My way

The Blade of a Heavy Storm
Yes! I only know my desire
Was intense
My way…
Was a part of the dance
Of the wind and a butterfly
Many have scratched
The precious linen of the sky
And everyone has scarred it
Only your mark…
The only noble one
And if I manage
To climb the summit
Where the life itself
Springs
I wish
Your mark,
Your handwritten note
Wrote once again
So that my heart
Could have something
To live on
On my shoulder
There rests a potpourri
Of sad poems
Brought along
By the blade
Of a heavy storm