Poet 11586

Free verse

Alone striving on a hot day ,just following the aches of my soul
A vision trying to bloom at the glowing moon
A wolf trying to get home at the absence of blue moon.
Like a song i keep playing you in my mind
could it be love at the sound of your voice
or just a fading memory drifting beneath
my soul.
It was love blooming at autumn season
it was a dove gliding through the open sky
it was memory playing my mind.
The reason was lost ,fading withing seasons
no longer remember thus greetings or the flavor
of your breath, just the eloquent thought.