whispers of the unknown

When I look at stars that shine,

these that break every whim of mine—

I reminisce the essence that perfumed yesterday,

the subtle breeze that mine misfortunes cooled everyday.

But gone is the hour I sipped coffee,

that moment that spoke clearly to the sea—

Tides have risen in fury of revolt,

sweeping offshore the chaff and dirt.

And I dumbly stare back in awe.

Unknown is what my mind fights for.

For to oblivion I’m now consigned—

to unknown dream my mind is resigned—

Now I sink deep in the mystery of my dreams,

the unknown growing at their whims.

@Bunguswa™