Friday, July 1, 2011

Let time be still, for this moment. . .

The grey smoke in my heart
like an angel kiss the parched
words, I only think of
some poetry around it.
I search for stones
around your garden
to build our house
on mountains, near,
some, time gone.
I sit on a railway platform
like a madman, forever,
to catch the last train I lost,
without you.
My violins run away to him
They say, he loves them,
I wish good bye.
The streets, crossed, wide,
lonely, stare at the pillars,
the mansions, the dogs,
who return an empty breeze.
One last time, I flow
in your arms, to see


Fireblossom said...

You write the most marvelous stuff. From the smoke in the heart to the dogs returning on an empty breeze, this is full of amazing imagery and a haunting sense of melancholy and loss.

Reflections said...

Fabulous! Love the sensualities in this piece... the fantastic imagery.

Monika said...

Thanks fireblossom! you are fabulous! :)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Beautiful and poignant imagery in the broken proses, pauses.

Blasphemous Aesthete

lorely said...

You have such a beautiful poignant spirit...the person who captures the very essence of you... is/will be very blessed indeed...