"dreched" poems
Once upon a time,
there was a town by the eastern sea
where all the roads and rivers
led to the cathedral
not so long ago,
sheltered underneath the dome
we caressed the walls, the ceilings
with our hands dreched in colour,
the visions of Eden
all was right, all was well
we danced when we took rest
we sang after our feet had bled
a chorus that echoed beyond the sea
then on a fateful day
an oasis peered beyond the waves
calling us to be one with the divine,
the trees, streams and cascade
our visions of Eden
with paint still wet on our hands
the oars were held with passion
and curiosity flooded in
where once was devotion
we saw upon reaching the shore,
the trees, vines and bushes
wrapped around its inhabitants
servings of precious fruits and reveries
and them being ecstatic in constraints
so we sailed for the harbor
the one where we strayed from,
we took to the streets of our town
but the roads wouldn't lead us home.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC