Sadness

sadness...
floating dandelion seeds
little puffs of needles
against the velvet
drapes of a closed window
akin to unheeded thoughts
floating unspoken unheeded

once they were treasures
falling from wise lips

sadness...
words mere puffs
on cold freezing air
crystallising into droplets
of uselessness
opinions basted with fire
now blue, unused, unheard

once they were pearls
orated by sharp minds

sadness...
the smell of baking bread
fragrance of newly mowed lawns
so much pleasure
the beauty of nature
the orchestra of the skies
they bring better solace

once there was love
it was everything then
empty nests and empty hearts
its a hollow gain
In the end.