Expression 1 Poem by Sambanath Denis

I have unfolded in a dream of youth,
Of beauty. Its serene tastes, with kisses
At the shore of the setting sun. As the
Rolling winds burnished the sands cool bosom,
Amatory hues blushed in the tender
Limbs of fantasy. Dreams tread softly through
The plush thoughts of hopes with wax wings.
Surely Icarus knew the risks the road
Of love proffers? Imagination is pretense,
A wilting flower that offers its last
Breath 'lover' to the altar of what is
Real. Waves lean with sighs that hush till quiet.
The voice of the sea whispers a small sadness,
That novelty shall die an untimely death.