niroomi
05-09-2007, 10:58 PM
This is the first time I particaite in this forum. I would like to share with you one of my poems that I wrote recently and I hope you like...
The doors are shut!
The breeze is drenched with smoke and fear…
Behold the clouds…
As dripping of some people's tears…
And harken all the mass of birds
That would not bear to bear their wings towards the sphere…
And gapes the way the stands between the doors and me!!!
I stood abreast… and turned my back against the door!
I faced my face… the silvery shining on the pool!
At least… at rest!
My lucky face… asleep at rest upon the pool!
I concur that behind the door…
You may not catch what you look for…
But ... the standing doors are yet still shut!
And yet your shrinking hope is let…
To live at rest… with peace…
Upon the pool… beside my face…
Your half-awaken hope is let
At least.. to rest in peace..
With the silvery shrieking face of mine!
The doors are shut!
't's not time yet…
To pursue the shadow of your dreams…
Your dreams are clutched as wooden trees…
That rear and die with loss and fears…
The standing doors are tightly clutched…
You can not pass abreast between,
the gapes within the doors.
only you can.. turn back again…
and gaze upon the pool!
And harken all the mass of birds…
that sing their deadly passing lore.
Only you can…. Behold your face…
As shining silvery on the pool…
And yours meets mine…
And meets the depth that drank your soul….
Our faces are met!
The doors are shut…
And hope is shrinking in the pool!
The doors are shut!
The breeze is drenched with smoke and fear…
Behold the clouds…
As dripping of some people's tears…
And harken all the mass of birds
That would not bear to bear their wings towards the sphere…
And gapes the way the stands between the doors and me!!!
I stood abreast… and turned my back against the door!
I faced my face… the silvery shining on the pool!
At least… at rest!
My lucky face… asleep at rest upon the pool!
I concur that behind the door…
You may not catch what you look for…
But ... the standing doors are yet still shut!
And yet your shrinking hope is let…
To live at rest… with peace…
Upon the pool… beside my face…
Your half-awaken hope is let
At least.. to rest in peace..
With the silvery shrieking face of mine!
The doors are shut!
't's not time yet…
To pursue the shadow of your dreams…
Your dreams are clutched as wooden trees…
That rear and die with loss and fears…
The standing doors are tightly clutched…
You can not pass abreast between,
the gapes within the doors.
only you can.. turn back again…
and gaze upon the pool!
And harken all the mass of birds…
that sing their deadly passing lore.
Only you can…. Behold your face…
As shining silvery on the pool…
And yours meets mine…
And meets the depth that drank your soul….
Our faces are met!
The doors are shut…
And hope is shrinking in the pool!