...and when I close my eyes tonight again, wait for whispers of sleep, I know I might not hear a sound, And my eyes will lay awake and weep. . It's just another restless night, Another time I won't sleep sound, But maybe if I dream of you, It might feel like you're still around. …
Rain and wind
And now while the wind blows the last specks of a rainshower, My face freckled in bliss and distracted reality, I know I have a mind to carry and a heart too heavy, But it's the soul that speaks and needs me to stay another second before I go A second for a single thought…
4 Line Lyric #66
Dawn ............................................... Each has share of grief and sorrow, Each his own bit of love and delight, But that don't deter the day of tomorrow, 'las the dusk will sink in light. ............................................... ............................
The dose
A thousand words endeared again To a rusted pen and a poet's muse. Withering verses settled in synchrony Within reason and thought's contours. Vagrant, vacant words sound More sense than their silences. These quartets cohere to meanings And flit in familiar nuances. The flux of flowing thought The flutter of a shy and queer emotion …
A walk…
Walking through me Is a form of myself Utterly lost, and searching. Looking for nothing. Walking through me I find muses strewn In sighs and tears Betrayed and broken. Talking of nothing. Walking through me In the flow of my blood I miss the drift of warmth Of love. All lost for nothing. Walking through…
Still sear…
Wounds fooled to become scars would still sear for having been healed.
These hidden verses
Here is all that we can't say. To the stories that simply stay confined to our hearts and heads. To the unspeakable emotions. To the pain not uttered of. To the love that is hidden deep in longing. Here is to the inarticulate imagery that is painted upon our souls. Here is to all of…
Another midnight musing…
Here is another midnight indulgence of my insctrutible thoughts that infest my sleep-laden eyes tonight.. When all these yeux dream sweet And peace is settled upon their temples I watch as pity is scrunched on my brow Where an unwept longing tramples. To be wept or to be a muse This night is indecisive Of…
In love, and out of it..
I'm again rusty with poetry but dying to express too Sometimes... You just want to be known. You want your love to be held and cherished... To be deserving the arms of warmth and reciprocation. But at the end of the day... All you really do is compose a bit of broken words... Not worth…
A little surprise that greets me every morning…
This little guy posed for me and I couldn't help compose a bit of words for him. 😃
