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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Tag: Solitude
thoughts etc…
“What turns life so? About?”
Be it hush or shout
Do say a magic word,
Something moment spurred.
her memory
There is a warmth in memory
Of which I will not spare thee
Be it then or what follows
The former and its fathers
I think I wouldn’t let her go
How oft we find that witch to hold…
Sky
Amongst the heavens,
Space between my emotions,
Passes just slower.
18th
You are my inevitable inspiration.
At first, you are my language.
Then, you are my tongue.
At last, you are the moment I can’t swallow.
And sometime after that, you are gone.
17 days
Were you to walk these streets,
Your sigh would scatter seeds,
Little dreamy pebbles sent
To take the place that’s mortar meant.
So when a town is overgrown,
By branch and petal taken down,
I’ll know where your spirits walk,
And I’ll know with whom to talk.
Day 8
In the solitude
Of our temples heart,
We wrote our names
Into the wind,
A written music
For those with wings.
The perched prayers
Flutter…begin.
The fourth day
I whisper as one, another,
Who was left with little cover.
I saw the blooms of shiver cast,
Infant petals, not one the last.
Just before the wind had left
This wood had days not so bereft.
With all the thickets swaying bare…
This little bloom sways so fair.
Your Youth
What is your youth,
Purity? Memory? Wisdom?
Is it such a secret
that all the world will
sway for you?
Your shyness fetters even
the last ice into Springs
Excitement,
As winters solitude blushes
In the face of your youth.
Each Other’s
It knocked on the door of my solitude
And shacked the frame of its temple.
Id always thought I would rejoice
But oh to be someone so simple!
I never learned the loneliness
Of two that met each other.
Of how languages and eyes
Could never meet each other’s.
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