"WISTFUL"

Requiems serenade
Winged chariots carry all
Who fall from grace
Surrendering to find serenity
Dusted clocks yet still
Count the time
To see light
But no brightness
Looking through eyes
With no soul behind
Words of yesterday
Locked in memories
Stitching my heart
Onto the canvas
With frames of licidity
To find a colour of truth
Abstracted by shades
I can't remember ever
Gazing upon a horizon
Stripped down to transparency
When you suddenly bare
A feeling of waywardness
It is in that space
One needs simplicity