I Will Remember

Poem no. 28, 31st October 2025

And one fair day shall come, the wonder...

For I remember

All those verses once written in sighs,

Those that unveiled themselves to stars,

Whispering softly beneath the waves of the azure.

They were my dearest summer days,

Drifting upon a white, gleaming sun, and two golden glasses.

And one day shall come, the idealisation,

For I remember

All the bridges we crossed,

To fall upon the rainmaker, his candid gaze, his ever-smiling grace.

He came from afar, from the land of indian summers,

Where a mirage is but a ripple of rai.

But on that day too shall cometh dissonance...

For I remember

All my unspoken sorrows,

Beating against the counter-hand of the heart’s own clock,

There, by the setting sun, Where the light burns us still.

And on that day shall cometh disillusionment,

For I remember

Burying my wings, believing I could fly higher than Icarus

Yet illusion soothes thy wounds.

As the last day shall be the day of ascension,

For I remember

The first breath, my first flight

Wherein my wounded wings fled from your grip,

And escaping the well of the heart

That once had us spellbound

GOD SAVE ME