Eternal Book of Thoughts

...and as the soft breeze whispers lightly through the night,
the pages of forgotten memories turn lightly on its music,
till they stop and lay open at a painful past...a past long gone,
a past of true longing and happy smiles,
of cheerful laughs and soft kisses,
a past where angels whispered words of love,
and where the violins played ever so in tune,
where the skies were so blue and the flowers so bright,
and eyes spoke what lips could never speak,
where two souls innocently became one,
and as the sun set over the horizon far away,
promises were made never to be broken,
But as the dancing breeze grows to howling winds,
the pages turn faster and quicker in fear,
the golden happiness fades to painful tears of regret,
and yellowed pages tell tales of horrified mistrusts,
of constant fights and broken beliefs,
of hearts that were selfishly shattered to tiny little pieces,
of clingy guilts and tough misunderstandings,
that turned merry chatter to deafening silences,
the long pauses that became less intimate,
and sad wistful thinking in the darkest of nights,
the sky became thunderous as black clouds overshadow the brightness,
and forlorn eyes looked for comfort in mirrors of smoke.
The wretched thoughts that rise up from the pages of this book,
stand for nothing but smudged scratches of ink,
and as the last page remains standing,
the book of memories closes finally to leave behind nothing,
but everlasting lonliness...