Dust Settles Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

Today was sunlight dripping across sharp edges,
realities dueling with fantasies
alienated, subjugated till alone,
wondering where art thou romance?
Whether it laboured amongst shadows
influencing the echoes of past feeling,
there, in a secret place, mocking the ache
choking on its own inadequacies,
deliciously drunken on sweet hurt.
A chimera of longing, raped with change
idle in its baby steps to and away.
What of this heart now?
That still beats ever faster to your name,
to your touch and for your love.
Would it be proven wrong?
Or proven right all along!



Taken from Journey.