Poemander

In the flowers that have wilted find dimension of the past,

Scoop dewdrops the night has gilded with the stars along footpath.

Take a walk along these alleys, bring the feelings that still last,

Bask those memories, in reels, plunge past-life in starlit bath.

Peg your dreams to photo paper, hang them in moonlight to dry,

I accept no deal- breaker, I accept no ends, just try.

Try to find in this image, in this likeness your own fame,

All it takes is total wreckage to produce another frame.

Love or hate, there'll be no ending: born in pain, died in vain.

Aforementioned condescending, you despise, for I disdain.

As you walk along these meanings, know I've lifted up this game:

I am closer than your feelings, not with you, we are the same.