Tag Archives: Romance
The suns light beams through the branches of the tree tunnel you entered. Like her, beautiful! Like your lies you invented. She smiled as the birds were singing. Fantasied, as in the distance the same church bells as today, ringing. Into her life you came. Feeding and living from her pain. Freedom, no longer waiting.Continue reading “Her”
There’s a light in your eyes. Your soul, in this life has not yet died. Though how many times, have you pondered it, and cried? We are fallen fruit of the same tree. I hope God forgives as He looks down tonight, on you and me. Life it has its battles, this is your war.Continue reading “I Wonder”
She is the wind in the long grass in which I hide, blowing me free.
Pretty as a Picture
We stared without words. I was lost in your eyes. A connection without words. Not fabricated with lies. The joy of heaven shone uncomplicated. Without need for St. Paul to convince me. Nor did I need the code of Da Vinci. Now one less tear in my heart. A rose petal taken the spot. HardContinue reading “Pretty as a Picture”
Screaming on the point of key change. Where laughter salutes tears. There, joy and sadness grapple. And you run towards, despite your fears. When pain kisses pleasure, the passion rejuvenates the truth. In the developing motifs of the fifth, the old man kisses his youth. In harmony with the sublime, we believe what we act.Continue reading “Screaming”
When my feelings from deep inside smashed out againts the atmosphere. I felt again, stirred up, electric. I danced there for the moment. It was like falling in love with a poet. Wild, but passion and love engulfed. In a manner that they’ve never seen before. Up in the mystic I see, I converse. TheyContinue reading “Last Verse”
I’ll write when the sun is at rage. Commit when the dark hours cage. I chase words not recognition. The craft seizes me free to flow. We like blue tits playing kiss-chase in the hedgerow. I put down not for he,thee,nor she. I write not even for me.
The white coast lights up, Fireworks in the midnight hour. Babies startled cry for Mother, Maybe love is the strongest power. The love, sometimes you serendipitously meet Truly makes the heart complete.
Breaking And Entering
You’ve but to push your fist through mist and haze to penertrate the clouds. They are an easier mark for the dreamer, than aeroplanes. The man whos’s dead to dreaming lives within a cloud of his own making and so his chance of entering the stratosphere is scant. I close my eyes to dreaming, onlyContinue reading “Breaking And Entering”