Velvet Astraea Dido

We Are But Fragments

We are but fragments
of an illusion we have yet to see
little dots in a brink of uncertainty.

i stare at the waves of your sky
its tears falling
onto the glass pane of your eyes

and the prairies are leaving
with a gray dust
far across on roads getting smaller

your eyes travel and i stay behind
staring -
unspeaking...

how vast the emptiness in your arms
how wide the horizon of your thoughts
diverse
and serene.

the twinkiling lights across the mirage
on the other side
we both wait.
til the waters subside.

now you blend perfectly
as the sun
drags himself to its dreaming sheet.
dissipated to the sands of its broken fragment
of its broken beam.


© May 7,2005

Listen to this poem:
Poem Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2005

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about We Are But Fragments by Velvet Astraea Dido

There is no comment submitted by members..

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Rudyard Kipling

If



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: travel, sky, sun, dream, water