The Afterlife Of Dreams That Never Touched The Earth Poem by Mpho Phelane

A lonely soul found a haven with an open gate.
One step sketched a thousand memories time failed to erase.
The wall made of illusions, turned a beautiful reality into a fairytale.
It learned a glimpse of a fire that was ought to never fade.
The feathers of a bird that once touched the sky,
Betrayed its wings, and on their own they learned to fly.
The soul chased a dream beyond its reach.q what awaited across
Was a beautiful treasure.
It bled throughout its way to find pleasure.
Its trust was obscured by deceit.
It fought conceit and bowed to acknowledged defeat.
A tree that laid once truthfully sought death,
For the virtue of being fruitful.
Its branches decayed until each one of them faded.
The weeping wind confiscated what's mine,
And I, a poor soul, learned to obey time.
I will again wait from the above,
For love was only laid for a dove.