mirage

[cacian]

as you hold tight
your hands joined close,
the ropes of hopes
strenghen your force,
the life of self,
that's within you
won't slip nowhere away from you.
this time,
it's put,
it's here for you.

as you turn around
there comes a found,
something you looked
for all your life,
it makes your face
lit up with grace,
your memory captures
the view,
a moment passed,
seconds elapsed,
your heart beats
strikes
euphoric tunes.
extactic feels
better then highs.

as you let go of all
the truth,
the lies,
the moods,
the stings
that lured
your swings to riddles that brood,
the road ahead
is crystal muse.

you see a world
ahead of time,
the sun gazes
down on your routes,
it gives you silhouettes
of twinkle stars
that fly in shape of cubic dies,
then land somewhere
where ice
is king
of pure,
and where the winds
melt faster than snow flakes whites.
yourself esteem
is feeling groomed.

you close your eyes,
your dreams are real.

[BookBeauty]

Another lovely poem by cacian!

There are some typos here and there, 'crystal' on third stanza, 'elapsed' on second stanza, 'better than', second stanza. Tiny things like this can be distracting for me, as someone who is moved by a single word by itself. When that word is misrepresented, it can cause my brain to stutter. :) But, those are nitpicks.

You really build up well in this poem, making me anticipate what's ahead. :) Therefore, it's the final stanza that really sings for me.

''it gives you silhouettes
of twinkle stars
that fly in shape of cubic dies,''

That in particular. Golden. :)

[cacian]

Dear BookBeauty I do apologise for the typos.:(
I must get onto this habit of not spotting errors earlier...it is very bad, I seem to just not seem them.
I thank you very much for reading.
Your feedback is very much appreciated.:smile5:

[cafolini]

It's good stuff. I'd call it obsession, because mirage depends on ilusion where outside factors have a say. The typos are not a problem. Have fun.