Saturday, January 28, 2012
Welcoming spring
Mule Deer in Snow - Bateman, Robert - Photo Realism - Acrylic - Animals - TerminArtors |
forest comes alive
fresh snow covers fallen leaves
a deer welcomes spring
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Memory Tree
Morning enters from every pore of my skin
My heart is warm again
The sun still hesitates to caress my eyes
Out of a dream
hanging from the ceiling
a tree of memories
faces and laughs
smiles and tears
i look at it motionless
fear is not in my heart anymore
This morning
an old voice echoed in my ears
telling me to wake up for school
telling me to wake up for church
a mother's touch and a father's kiss in my forehead
twisting in bed with fever nightmares
the face of a brown-haired girl with shiny freckles
friends and summer days by the sea
a seashell in my palm
trying to hear the mermaid song
The memory tree changes shape
fear is not in my heart anymore
First kiss on my lips,
lovers long gone and forgotten
crazy craving of the flesh
nights under the stars singing my love
tears and deceit, pain of a broken dream
One moment enclosed in frozen time
and You, at the top of that magic tree
kind and gentle,
simple in your soul beauty
you smile at me
breaking my charcoal darkness into one thousand pieces
i become thin like a spider's web
Morning paints my half asleep heart
in rainbow colors of joy
i finally welcome the sun
i finally welcome you
beside me.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Words
black and white flower smell (clipped to polyvore.com) |
Easy to utter, easy to forget
hard not to matter, hard to forgive
words fill the gaps between the tear and the eye
easy to live, so easy to die
Words
easy lips,a tongue shaping into sound
a truth and a lie, easy to go round
some words hard to say and hard to try
easy to live, easy to die
Words
once just a promise, now a bitter "must"
once a golden dream, now only gray dust
words building worlds and lives with just one breath
promising light but giving you death
words easy to say but so hard to try
easy to live, easy to die....
Thursday, January 12, 2012
You will be forgotten
You will be forgotten
Long will be the cold winter mornings
when the icy mist descending from the mountains of my heart
will enwrap your memory
in a thin blue frost
Your smile will crack and faint slowly melting
by the welcoming rays of the sun
Time will not have you as his friend
For me, it will be easy
like wiping off the fresh snow
from a windowsill
Spring will come
and with the first timid blossom opening
i will breathe deeply inside my lungs
my new life without you
You will be forgotten
like a bad dream
like a bad taste
like a bad memory
I will welcome one true love
and i will hang it high in my sky
inside a wreath of poppies
while your last betraying kiss
will fall on the ground
dry and dead
turning into dust
under my feet.
Oh, you will be forgotten
like the flying of the birds
accross a cloud
Soon there will be nothing to remind me
You will be forgotten
with every summer wind
with every kiss of my caring lover
with every wave and every blue song of the sea
each day you will dissolve
each night no thoughts of you
invading my dreams
And in the Autumn
at last
walking back home one evening
holding my love gently, his hands around me
stepping on the purple leaves
of your unworthy self,
with a long deep kiss
i will smile,
happy that you have never lived....
Long will be the cold winter mornings
when the icy mist descending from the mountains of my heart
will enwrap your memory
in a thin blue frost
Your smile will crack and faint slowly melting
by the welcoming rays of the sun
Time will not have you as his friend
For me, it will be easy
like wiping off the fresh snow
from a windowsill
Spring will come
and with the first timid blossom opening
i will breathe deeply inside my lungs
my new life without you
You will be forgotten
like a bad dream
like a bad taste
like a bad memory
I will welcome one true love
and i will hang it high in my sky
inside a wreath of poppies
while your last betraying kiss
will fall on the ground
dry and dead
turning into dust
under my feet.
Oh, you will be forgotten
like the flying of the birds
accross a cloud
Soon there will be nothing to remind me
You will be forgotten
with every summer wind
with every kiss of my caring lover
with every wave and every blue song of the sea
each day you will dissolve
each night no thoughts of you
invading my dreams
And in the Autumn
at last
walking back home one evening
holding my love gently, his hands around me
stepping on the purple leaves
of your unworthy self,
with a long deep kiss
i will smile,
happy that you have never lived....
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
The kiss of life...
Returning
to my core
i look inside your eyes
searching
for the unnamed pleasure
for the unnamed joy
that runs through my veins
singing
slowly
i discover
the empty shell of pain
cracked, tossed to the side
dissolving...
no more nightmares
no more darkness
no more gray
no more winter
only love's impetuous blossoming
a crystal dust
makes my heart glow
radiating
in waves across your skin
your essence fills me
breathing again
breathing again
as your lips
free my soul
making me new
making me alive again
my pulse
my blood
my heart
beating to your song
when you lose yourself into my eyes
when you give me, surrendering,
the ultimate moment -
the kiss of your life...
to my core
i look inside your eyes
searching
for the unnamed pleasure
for the unnamed joy
that runs through my veins
singing
slowly
i discover
the empty shell of pain
cracked, tossed to the side
dissolving...
no more nightmares
no more darkness
no more gray
no more winter
only love's impetuous blossoming
a crystal dust
makes my heart glow
radiating
in waves across your skin
your essence fills me
breathing again
breathing again
as your lips
free my soul
making me new
making me alive again
my pulse
my blood
my heart
beating to your song
when you lose yourself into my eyes
when you give me, surrendering,
the ultimate moment -
the kiss of your life...
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