Skies full of faithful promises

Clutter of thoughts
Artwork by IsyLLiS

I run my fingers
through a clutter of thoughts.
Taste potions of my pain
own it, and breathe a new-found freedom.
We spoke in languages
we did not understand.
Must I write of lost love, and departed lovers
their memories and lingering love
that has floated away
on a lonesome cloud?
Or turn in another direction,
where the Sun is beginning to rise
and the skies are full of faithful promises.

Love, warmth, peace and a happy new year to you all. 

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Gift of a song

Gift of a song
that promises
a fork in the road ahead.
Landscape of memories
to suit your new life.
New seasons to bear new fruits
in forests along new longitudes.
Gift of a song
that promises
a fork in the road ahead.