Daffodil Decarie Poems
My Personal Winter
'No I don't'
No- I don't lie to you at all.
(that's what he told me, before he left)
How many times
Have you heard
That - 'ignorance is bliss'?
I remember, it was in September
I ran, as if, tomorrow will never come
I ran towards you, after the stewards
They say, you were not on the jetplane
I expected. That you stood me up.
At Meadows field, were all the lilies
Dying, in despair, hoping that you are for real.
If- you did not show up, that day when
The dying flowers are hopeless to see
The magic that you will bring in my ...
And how my conscience
listen to this whisper
From the depths of my heart’s well,
that tame my faithfless–
My worthless pessimism.
And this omnipotent susurrus
Sneak and seize my being’s