wind catches what's left
lifts it across the shores to
a land where you are
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wind catches what's left
lifts it across the shores to
a land where you are
a land where you are
able to understand my
accent, quit word change...
accent, quit word change
bell rings, hit return lever
typing out my life
typing out my life
empty page to empty page
with nothing to say
with nothing to say,
all ships sunk with broken sails
the bottle still floats.
the bottle still floats
waving with its slender neck
flashes of the sun
flashes of the sun,
tethers through the grievous thoughts
keeping myself whole
Keeping myself whole
is no easy task most days
how about yourself?
how about yourself?
With mansion and Mercedes...
how do you manage?
How do you manage
to make my heart pause, as though
time kneels at your feet
^^^ Great line, Fifth. Thanks!
Time kneels at your feet.
Will you control its passage
Or let it wash by?
Or let it wash by,
Never stopping to wonder
what you could have been?
What you could have been
Is not at all important
But what you are is
But what you are is
A single fleck of dust, trapped
Beneath life's floorboards
I am humbled at the calibre of haiku that exists in the last five entries.
:thumbs_up Bravo to you five folk. :thumbs_up
Beneath life's floorboards
there exists a secret song
that we must unveil
that we must unveil
moment sharper than a knife
a wedding climax
a wedding climax,
a car jangling its course
through evening streets.
through evening streets
We wonder about in search
of someone to love
of someone to love,
is it less difficult, to
find the rainbow's end?
find the rainbow's end--
it holds all my past wishes
that blends and is white.
and when you are there,
please do touch those coloured threads
of dreams that were mine....
of dreams that were mine,
you, the ultimate vision
now share them with me...
Now share them with me,
your elusive thoughts sparkling
in such quiet eyes.
in such quiet eyes
the whole world is reflected
short stories untold
short stories untold
accumulating interest
become tall stories
become tall stories
live life as a fairy tale
without the witches
Without the witches
Would children wanting unusual
Read some fairy tales?
read some fairy tales,
propped up under the covers
reading with a torch
reading with a torch
the instructions were in Greek
how was I to know
How was I to know
the rain would grace my window
leaving silver streaks?
leaving streaks of silver
the hair color I used was
not what I wanted
Not what I wanted
Exactly what I needed
These sometimes collide
these sometimes collide
what we need and what we want
even out in time
Even out in time
and beyond imagining
I shall still seek peace.
I shall still seek peace
in my everyday being
for the rest of time.
You make it look so easy..
for the rest of time
my life will be meaningless
without your warm smile
without your warm smile
I'm left in an icy storm
frozen and forlorn
frozen and folorn
I sit alone on a bench
watching the leaves fall
watching the leaves fall
I open my soul to you
and your lips touch mine
and your lips touch mine
briefly, the softest touch, sweet
like a memory
like a memory
he drips thoughts into corners
barely there, yet clear
barely there, yet clear,
that out of focus figure—
they claim hauntings here...
they claim hauntings here,
but (expert photographer—)
double-exposure...