Thursday, January 30, 2020
Friday, January 10, 2020
Thursday, January 09, 2020
Yellow Rose
The night may be dark and long,
For when the muse comes to you,
Some words make no sense at all,
For I write to send you messages.
What if they cut up your raw vein,
Or punch an old pain that hurts?
For now, I have nothing else to do
But spin yarns to amuse you and me.
But when your absence hurts me,
As heartbeats from distant deserts,
They echo here and I cannot sleep
On any night or lull my restless mind
For they think of how in a moment,
A nameless feeling overruled me
And then you were looking at me
With a new surprise in your eyes.
Though I was so naive those days,
I know the reason that your love,
Echoes in some other heaven,
Safe in the heart of a yellow rose.
For when the muse comes to you,
Some words make no sense at all,
For I write to send you messages.
What if they cut up your raw vein,
Or punch an old pain that hurts?
For now, I have nothing else to do
But spin yarns to amuse you and me.
But when your absence hurts me,
As heartbeats from distant deserts,
They echo here and I cannot sleep
On any night or lull my restless mind
For they think of how in a moment,
A nameless feeling overruled me
And then you were looking at me
With a new surprise in your eyes.
Though I was so naive those days,
I know the reason that your love,
Echoes in some other heaven,
Safe in the heart of a yellow rose.
Monday, January 06, 2020
Words
On some days of silence,
When we need nothing,
but only togetherness,
Your words lift me up,
Like a caring hand,
Holding out to me.
I feel my heart, melt, beat,
Quiver and cry at your words,
Alive more than any other day,
Where there was space,
And a false sense of happiness,
Now I feel, feel, I feel bliss.
Now am an earth woman,
Dancing with the rain,
For the love of my life.
Wednesday, January 01, 2020
Monday, December 23, 2019
Sunday, December 22, 2019
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Friday, December 20, 2019
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Epitaph for love
Here lies the dreams
Of a long lost love,
Better not touch,
You might wound
The heart or even
Release old ghosts.
Of a long lost love,
Better not touch,
You might wound
The heart or even
Release old ghosts.
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