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Sauntering by the edge of a calm sea,
I thus squinted through the mirror of time,
And there, I beheld memories of us,
Ebbing like a wave to a distant clime;
Wistfully I saw our golden moments,
Ineffable moments we once relished,
Away vanishing by ragging torrents,
Yonder sea where they'll never be reached;
But, betwixt my despair I beheld clear
Shadows of my heart despite cold as frost,
In a jiffy erupted with sheer pleasure
On sojourning to our sweet golden past;

Truly true love dawns once in a life time,
And in a lover's heart ever doth chime.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
7th June 2017
#Nostalgia
#Decasyllabic
#Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet.
I missed the stars like they were experiences I would never have,
like homes I used to live in.
I wanted gravity to let go of me so I could float back to where I came from.
So I could be reunited with myself.
I wanted to swallow constellations like little seeds growing inside me,
make a new universe inside of myself and birth a new place for all of us to belong.
Hiraeth(n): a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

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