Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for reverie
Perfection
In fairy tales;
Your face, revealed -
The paragon
Of purity…
To look upon,
In reverie -
I am become
A melted soul…
Find the water
The sweetest whispers are the wistful words
That can be heard near warbling water…
The carefree murmurs carry daydreams -
Evoking pensive cords of bygones…
On gentle shrouds of reverie -
Nostalgic wraiths allay the mind…
When I flee, that’s where I’m drawn -
You will find me waiting there…
