Lost

LOST.

It is the taste of your magnificence...
Like the dew dancing holding so many expectations...
It is the smile of your most deep melancholy...
Like the waves in constant search for harmony...

It is the perfection of the decay...
like the autumnal leaves descending the mountains of the recent splendor...
It's the humility of the bravery...
like the green of your hopes...

It is the end that is just the beginning...
like the pureness of your chimeras...
Your loss is your salvation...
You are lost but on your way of thousands crossroads...

It's the way...
It is the path...
It is the only truth:
Lost to be encountered...
Lost heading for no destinations...

Drops of celestial tunes...
Silky rainbows welcome you...
hesitations the source of your nourishment...
You are lost... perfection... shapes of fulfillment...