Vain

Once the trees stopped swaying,
the leaves held their breath.
They were his suffering friends
plagued with barren love, he sailed.
Fragrance in air, he knew so well
to let it fill up his pores.
The last touch, how to breach
So valuable and close , so out of reach
All the toys were destroyed
He sprang out of the mirage soiled.

The failure of the stars to shine
waiting fields turn to moor
all those chemicals in the eye
trickling down the flowers, are dry.
Now the place reeks of despair
yet the wind is so familiar
murky are the ambivalent paths
dearth of thoughts, the only pass.
Running to the hills,
a search for the origins
buried inside his own mind
flooded with love so blind.