So many nests
In my solitary world
So many dwellings
Ceilings steal the sky’s glow
Heart flickers dim in the falls
Flying through the night
Seeking the light
I am in the dawn that shunning sight
Dreams that bloomed in shyest smiles fell
Memories that became the secret land
A treasure too tender to ever sell
Wherever I wander it forever dwell
A longing melts in every breath I hold
Down to the shores of soul
All my innocence
To whom I dare to be told
No nest is empty in my world
Your presence blooms somewhere
In the care of the dream-weaver
In the fragrance rising from a flower’s grave
In the desolate gardens I crave
A longing melts in every breath I hold
Down to the shores of soul
All my innocence
To whom I dare to be told
No nest is empty in my world
The deeper my silence rose before you
I was falling into you
In the melody of the sweetest dream
Gentle wonder I’m going through
Entangled in layers of your being too
I am lost in thunder
Searching for my fallen star
Eyes chase the last ray on the horizon
In the same way out of prison
I am not dead in the fall
It’s my flight’s downfall
A longing melts, far, far away
In the realm of stars
Down to the forsaken shores
Where do I hide my beautiful pearl?
No nest is empty in my world
About the Creator
Karan w.
Writer || Poet || Author
Author of "The Resonance–Two Together-Lost Forever
All worlds collapse the moment they touch the ground of reality—worlds I once created. Yet I find my bliss in the dissolution of my creations
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Comments (7)
What I love most is the way your words oscillate between loss and hope. Even in the darker imagery, there’s a quiet promise of presence and belonging. Truly lyrical and moving.
Wow nice
Beautiful and dreamlike, a lovely read.
Well done Sk, you have excelled again!!
that's so beautiful. reminds me of last night. I accidentally "butt dialed" my granddaughter. Before I could disconnect the call she answered. "Oh hi grandma" and the conversation began. We were on our call for more than an hour. At the end she said, "Oh, grandma, it was so great hearing from you. Thank you for your, ah, butt dial." We live 1300 miles apart so visits are extremely rare. True, my nest is still never empty. Thank you for making my day.
You have quite the view of living. Beautiful writing.
You are such an eloquent writer. This was beautifully written!