1
Listen to the shadows of mild December whispering under the dark trees.
The cold rain drizzles by and spreads the news of cheer on a foggy morn.
I have come a long way
I have come all alone
I know what it is to weep
Over lost pearls
And knowing
It will never be mine again
Losses more losses and losses in pain
2
Hot smokes curl over a cup of tea as the sleeping dog dreams of a tomorrow.
Palms taste the cold and white fumes emerge from the soft breaths between shy lips.
I know it all
How it feels to be so alone
How it feels to love all alone
Unreciprocated cares and concerns
Tears wept hot
Wrists slit
Drops of blood
Winter and love ...
3
A song on the radio transforms the sleeping Beauty inside to a Fairy tale of love.
An invisible presence felt nearby causes blush ... a fantasy? schizophrenia? Love?
Can feel him on the skin
Bright and burning
Loveless nights
And drowning dreams…
Do you promise love?
Do you dare to love?
Have courage enough to close your eyes and trust?
4
No reply.
Silence.
Covers, protects, speaks, adores, embellishes, frightens, doubts, tears, kills
The answer lies before the mirror
By a game of chess
On a Shakespeherian rag ….
Do you know what slow poisoning is?
It’s like a kiss
Flows along your blood
5
Eyes search. Eyes wait as eyes probe into depths, swims over and under, gets flooded with words
And then, postpones.
Hearts chafe and fret, kicking chains with golden hooves and beats enormous wings!
Sunlight beneath them powders down into golden flecks and gathers around entwined destinies.
I know it
I know it all
About sad stories and hellish ashes
But then I trust you
I have faith
I believe
I feel I know you
I always did
I don’t know why
But I do
And I am waiting for you
Break the glass if you will
Or look in it deep…
I read your eyes last night
6
Winter comes, with a promise of faiths and close bonds.
A symphony plays on the hearts’ strings
Of smiles, and dreamy rains
And a whispered promise
To be continued….
Somehow I feel the beginning doesnt match with the middle part.
ReplyDeleteI kind of superimposed voices and pictures, memories and dreams were overlapped.Stream of consciousness doesnt guarantee an organic whole,ki korbo? edited some.
ReplyDeletemuch much better...and very pretty.
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