Beguiling Sadness

[nick]

A song of love
comes to my lips
from my troubled mind.
Its words unclear
its melody, undefined,
begins softly.

Dear love be mine
it seems to say
enfold me in your arms.
In this embrace
enwrapped, content,
begins sleep.

And through the night
the song becomes a dream,
And in the dream
the tune takes form
bewitching sound.

Then comes the day
I wake and find
twas false and but a dream.
The song is lost
flooded, submerged,
bright sunlight.

Yet still at night
within my dreams
that song returns to me.
Its melody
at last defined
beguiling sadness.

[Zazu]

This is good dude, really beautiful poem

[BeautifulSilence]

That's beautiful, Nick :)

[TigerLily]

Beautiful poem Nick :)

[nick]

it was for you.
Life moves on.
I have moved on too.