Phosphorescent light
in the low light, of night fire
embers smoulder there
at the far field, rec
where we kissed for the first time.
Memories invert.
If I could have seen
into the future my love,
our shared destiny.
Phosphorescent light
in the low light, of night fire
embers smoulder there
at the far field, rec
where we kissed for the first time.
Memories invert.
If I could have seen
into the future my love,
our shared destiny.
I really can't tell if this line is of joy of sadness but relating it to myself, following the past tense "seen", I'd say it's the same thing I thought of when I wasted my time with my ex, if only I could have seen the future, I wouldn't have been so consecrated knowing it'll crumble at the end of the day.
Thank you so much for your comment. Yes when we see then we've seen. Time is an illusion. I realise that.
Deep and beautiful poem, the memories that we have left of what we have lived on this earthly plane, very cool image I love it, greetings ☺
Thank you so much for your comment. Yes, we are a collection of memories. This plane is where we decide how to be.