lost sanctuary

Welcome again
seems you like to meet pain
It's a spectacular sight
When the chosen one falls
Everyone likes to see his plight

The dried leaves
Children of autumn
Spoke to me in hushes
Why did the spring breeze
Had to bury them alive

The nascent green ones
Are devoid of compassion

the phrases that
swam through my words
have drowned
in the flood of applauses
I still miss the sigh
That my words lent to her face

am I the chosen one
or is it just a crafted illusion

Enter the room of dead fantasies
Fading colors of sweet desires
Cast erratic shadows on my face
Subtle vagaries of expressions
Lets out a thought
Silhouettes were never bathed in emotion

Have the shadows changed
Or is it just me

Whistles and shouts
Blew away my feathers
I stand naked on a radiant beach
A fern
Lending my verses
To the music of salty waves
Waiting for the tide
To swallow me forever

Is it over yet
Or would you still play my muse