Around the corner
The road will end
But let us
Till then pretend.
And even now
I’m sure we’ll find
Another corner there
This time.
Tag: Poetry
A separated song.
I am the moment which lives through your breath.
And if skipped will pray the joys of death.
Feel me as you feel all the relived lost,
That you see me at a memories cost.
I will be waiting in times emptiness,
Where we will be born of our childishness.
And we are swept away in soft silence,
Clothed by a language of our past instance.
the blind man and the rain
As the rain returns
To its dark earthly slumber,
The blind man,
Feels the sun upon his eyes,
And a stirring is born
In the clouds.
When your cinnamon kiss
Rests upon the newborn wind,
The earth chases it,
Leaving mountains in its struggle.
He hears the rivers fall,
And baths in the thoughtless lakes.
It rains, when the winds of love
Forget your kiss,
And when everything
Is eager to remember you again.
Sep.21,2015
I saw the amber fields this autumn
Where verdant they had blossomed.
They grew until their time was done
And glistened gold into the sun.
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thoughts etc…
“What turns life so? About?”
Be it hush or shout
Do say a magic word,
Something moment spurred.
As your eyes say
Love trembles when your eyes bloom,
“Find me where nothing finds room.”
So love is lost and confused,
For that which is chosen cannot choose.
your hand
What is wonder but my eyes in your hand?
My whispers running through your hair
Are the childish grievances I see
When your hand finds a shoulder to sleep.
Hush
Hold me in your eyes,
Tell me lost stories,
If ever I say “i”,
Hush me with kisses, not worries.
She gave in later hours
She gave in later hours,
On a parting lovers lip,
Her kiss like cinnamon,
And tears of mother’s milk.
What have men to do,
Drunk and in her manner?
Where was I to go,
Beside her childish candor?
no, my child
I say my child “Where is this life,
What have you brimming in your eyes?”
Quiet, quiet my little flame
Liberty does not feed fires.
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