Your heart’s desires were facing a galvanizing conundrum
Heartbeats turn into sounds from an abyss, look at this green thumb!
Echoes or voices echoing were being extracted from our stratosphere -perhaps Love’s drum
Your dreams [or nightmares] are homesick when you subtracted their sum
The times of our lives will multiply like oxygen, iron, gold or alum
Where do our passions, naivety, and hopes come from? Humdrums…
Entrusted with your delicate Being, trust took some time; glory over crumbs
Decorum’s words- We are to never stop believing and to not succumb
People come and go and they [indeed] do go back where they come from
That is why heart’s desires were not fazed by a camouflaged fear or mere ums.
© Christian D. Koumtog