All the way from the future a voice did tether my present;
It spoke to me subtly and embracing my solitueness it cried out my destiny;
My destiny was different, not the same and that made me sweat.
My shocked bosom uttered several soothing words to comfort me, but
the nerved old emotions nevertheless never stopped stinking.
My scared eyes turned the pages of my diary and it did spot the last time I changed my destiny;
It wasn't too far it was near, I came to know that my destiny changed with time.
Sweats again my fingers,as it touched my forehead which was hot now.
Each time I sweat I close my eyes, I dream a little and then open them to the blue sky,
It's uncounsious clouds relaxed my nerves, gave letters to my sheets, jewelled my present.
Every time I look at its blues, it gives me back my destiny, my faith and my sole pleasure.
It gives me back my calmness, it gives me back my choices.
It returns me back the sky, that was stolen from me,
It lights my days with luminous gifts.
Simply, it gives me back my sky.


- @thepoetharri ©