9/5/2017

Thinking, thinking
And thinking some more.

When is my time up?
When can I stop? Just, lax?
Idle thoughts are a silver lining
for pondering.

My thoughts, exactly.
Filling my mind in meaningful
Music
Helps fill the void in my mind.

Nostalgia of my past, a past
that has repeated itself.
Orchestras and flutes and pianos

Pastel pinks
And soft greens
And blue and white
Linings

My dream-scape
My fantasy....

Burning artificial
Sun in my eyes-
On my skin.
My dream-scape.

Propelling an image,
A person. Not me.
Could be.
A wish that this could be.

Wishes & destiny.

Who's to say they coincide?

Dreams & fate.

Plausible and the impossible all
Blanketed in one song; a 
melody of swirling violins,
submissive piano chords,
sirene flutes,
robust cellos,
booming trumpets,
heart-wrenching French horns,
heavy drums,
tapping toes,
And me.

–Diyana Love 사랑–