no, I seem to have strayed here :pQuote:
Originally Posted by symphony
lashes
wet with soft dew
seeing...reaching....far
in hopes of changing a life
dreams....
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no, I seem to have strayed here :pQuote:
Originally Posted by symphony
lashes
wet with soft dew
seeing...reaching....far
in hopes of changing a life
dreams....
since it's gotta be two syllables, i take the liberty of choosing the next word after "dreams" myself to make it 2 syllabled. :)
Dreams die,
the gold wings of
Hope are incarnadined,
Sensibilities intrude failed
senses.
senses
betray falsehood
sweetest tastes the
poison of love yet we
happily taste it and live just
to die
to die
is to step out
the dreaded comfort zone
but I can do it, it's just a
lightbulb
lightbulb
brightens your nights
you would break all the bulbs
should you sit under the star light
and muse
and muse,
you water me,
a flower in Winter,
when the trees are sleeping, and I
run dry
run dry
in fields that glow
naked, indulging rain
to fall, wildness in your steps
splashing.
splashing
water at you
please come and get me, please
I give in much too easily
I know
I know
refreshing breeze,
before a rain, my skin
rises in welcome joy, come rain,
drench me
drench me,
lustrous droplets,
for i in my greyness
am ossified and shut behind
bulwarks...
bulwarks,
moose and squarrel,
they are behind all this,
Natasha! all these cinquain things -
Get Them!
"get them!"
they rushed in, like
some hungry wolves in search
of food, and took whatever they
could touch....
could touch
a thousand times
but none like you of course
here it is in all its splendor
touch this
touch this
with your eyes closed,
it's a smile, in the dark,
between here and there, touching is
seeing
seeing
is believing
but touching is mortal
touching a flower makes your lips
send thrills........
Send thrills
through Internet
protocol over voice
two messages intertwined
alone
alone,
entranced in dark
fuming coffee, i sit
here, waiting for two dark eyes to
see me...
See me
in my red hat.
When the rain forms marble
pools; I will stand and salute your
cold boots.
cold boots,
my cobbler made
from the leather of his
body simmering with the heat of
lost love
lost love
and vintage wine
add to this evening laze
and a visit by the muse now
and then...
and then
I hold her hand
and we dance together
to the tune of love and forget
who's who!
who's who--
the party's on,
it no longer matters,
drunk crowds of magazined faces
flash by...
flash by...
like butterflies
the moments spent with you
in ecstasy of sublime love
flash by.........
Zzzzzzzzzz!
flash by,
ripple the air
buzzing the day, to bed
a steady murmur, kept awake
till dawn.
till dawn
we danced together
life was never so sweet
as those fateful last moments of
our lives
our lives
squeezed into
others' by sacred vows
that expire too soon to keep
or save...
or save
the thought of you
which only keeps my days
bright and my nights glittering with stars
indeed.
indeed
is the worst kind
of answer; does it mean
yes, or no, or neither - so, like,
perhaps?
perhaps
we were built for
one another it seems
with you there and me here we are
yet one!
yet one
must ask, can two
people ever truly
become one? Are we doomed to be
apart?
yet one!
and nothing more
I cannot clearly think
of days past and the happiness
no more
no more,
I settle down
no skipping to the grave,
a tertiary shrub between
movements.
movements
the most minute
are often like earthquakes
when we are longing to be touched
do it
i like that ending
do it,
break from the warmth;
cold flares within your veins
as you stride the midnight tile
for grapes
for grapes
are for the wine,
a yellow rose a kiss,
how I miss those cherry blossoms
falling
falling
leaves have found me,
lifted arms welcoming--
i wait, i stand, till they drench me
in gold....
in gold
your feathers dipped
now drying in the sun
and though you look away from me
I know
I know
it's not the end
of the world, and the earth
will not crash and fall, but I can
see it.
see it,
the reflection
of my words, tapestry,
you are always there, thread of fire,
heartbeat
heartbeat
stops and waits, thoughts
part, a single tear hangs
unsure, senses have long been gone.
what now?