always

looking at the wide blue-white cotton sky

the green-blue mysterious oceon

the woody-greeny calming trees

the chromatic sky of the sun rise and set.

 

always

hoping she could

dance under the rhythm of the rain

bath the warmth of the shinning sun

dazed off by the beauty of enigmatic moon

adrift halfway counting the hanging diamonds hang on the wide black curtain

 

always

surmise what lies deep at the other side

haunted by past ghosts

well-nigh drown in the realm of dysphoria

chained with unseen loud fetter

 

always

ponder why fairy tales doesn’t exist

in refusal and state of denial of “fate”

the never ending struggle

trading dim hope over and over again

for promises that seem impossible

 

always

the bird in the golden cage

full of longing,thoughts,reverie

remorse,melancholy and perhaps,a kiss of warmth

too, confined in an unwanted golden cage

 

always

the bird in the golden cage

with a dream of thorny bushes