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
us.
5 comments:
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.
Fabulous! Love the sensualities in this piece... the fantastic imagery.
Thanks fireblossom! you are fabulous! :)
Beautiful and poignant imagery in the broken proses, pauses.
Regards,
Blasphemous Aesthete
You have such a beautiful poignant spirit...the person who captures the very essence of you... is/will be very blessed indeed...
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