Dust Of Memories Poem by Maia Padua


As the clouds covers the sky
With its crimson hue
As the sun sets to sleep
With the gloomy night

I stand by the ocean shore
Trying to see a ray of light
waited for the moon
To bring forth the light
And feel the morning breeze.
In the early dawn

As I close my eyes
I feel the rays of the sunlight.
A glimpse of yesterday
Flashes my mind
Like a candle flickering at night;
Our story of yesterday
Tiptoeing until it reach my memory

Like a lonely morning dew;
I capture in my palm.
Like a last leaf;
Clinging to the vine,
I keep our story,
Some fragments of yesterday;
As dust of memories.