Tomorrows that will never be...

amid those empty sighs of echo
I sense your presence of light
fascinating me like the starlight
through the immense darkness ...

whispers filling dreams unfulfilled
in an autumn orchard of fallen leaves
in an omen of winter, with oaths unfulfilled,
promises of long forgotten gods ...

glimpses of color in clouds of ashes
deceiving me with glimpses of melodies
in tomorrows when only poets believe
toned ballads of love that will never be ...