Evening - Dark.
Yet so bright.
Every night.
You come, remind me.
Of wishes, I had.
And of delight.
Which I dreamed of.
Perhaps a creation, of my mind.
A shadow of light.
Called hope.
Within my sight.
So far.
It seems.
Yet near.
Almost within my reach.
Just like you were once.
My dear.
Closeness, which I felt.
Emptiness, at the end.
My amazement.
Sorrow and pain.
As I saw.
That it was all in vain.
Thoughts.
I believed, we shared.
Plans for a future.
Which I dared.
To believe.
To be pure.
Sincere.
Much too true.
It all strikes me down.
For I do not know.
What to believe anymore.
What to listen?
Who - Or why?
I think, of sunsets.
Sea and waves.
Romance I felt.
And the days.
Which, we had together.
The past.
So unforgettable.
Bitter and sweet.
Is gone, I know.
But it left a thirst, hunger and hope.
For love, care and desire.
Illusion, perhaps.
A dream, or just a game.
Played by one.
Believed, by the other.
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A refined poetic imagination, Ilari Rahja. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.