Unlike

It was unlike a wish
Half believing yet defeated of hope
Struck by the chance of the cosmos
Aligning unlikely the desires,
That sought the freedom of light
Desires…
The scruples of the unwise
That seeth alone the darkness of moon
The questions of the wise
That struggled hard seeking for truth

It was unlike a dream
Against the certain hour of slumber
Eyes half awake and numb
Pushing behind the dreadful pain
Beneath the pillows soaked of tears
As an unsettled heaviness crawls up within to seize the heart.
Pain…
The letters of remembrance
Locked behind the mahogany drawers,
The songs sung beneath the moonlit skies failing to escape from the grasp of memory
It was unlike a dream forlorn of sleep.

Yet unlike a breath
The faint wisp of air exhaling the deliberate compromises of life and secretly falling beneath the regrets
It was life certainly longing a breath to live the moments longed

And unlike love
The crimson spilled upon the heartstrings
Love, unlike the lost dreams and desire.
The fetish of something true and profound
Unlike the other emotions felt
Descends unnoticed in the silence
Alike the unfulfilled promises that sways across the miles.
Sometimes love appeases the distance lone and heartbroken

It was unlike love
The flicker in his darkness
The shadow to her gleam
His incandescent destination
Her effulgent home

And unlike the breath
That quietly ceases in contempt
Fate was unlike a dream beyond the infinity
When all else appears sometimes gone
Lost as a battle in despair
Fate is unlike life
Life that unfolds another day
Cherished with the kindness
Stroking the weary hands
To walk the distant miles again
To dream again...
To wish again…

To the sweet times dusked,

There lies beyond the love that could never fade.