Fading Sweetness/ Maurice Silvera/ Poetry

Fading Sweetness

Maurice Silvera

As I lay on this lounge Of sweet sun and lazy breezes My eyes flutter closed My breathing begins to slow And my head empties

But all things sweet Must eventually turn sour

The wind picks up And clouds consume my golden sun My eyes open My breath hitches And it is time

Time to let go Of sunkissed fantasies And palm tree oases

Time to return To my sour reality