Looking For Gold | Forsake

I,

Have been waiting for too long

for a shore

and a small port,

where i stand there

waving goodbye with clean palm,

to the bitter clouds,

roamed  around my sky,

a sky with no red shades.

she is there in the mirror,

smiling to the doubtful wrinkles,

" it's not there time, yet"

 i do want  white flames n my head,

for they are the  wandering dreams,

attached to my scalp ,

may be they wud grow wilder,

or plant small leaves.