the middle of the cyclone...
feelings and the thoughts fighting...
I try to stay in there
as if this silence will protect me
my related one,
my swan-necked bird
may be hit too by the raging air
yellow water-lillies
float on the billberry coloured lake
spreading gold rings that anchor them
I feel it`s midnight again...
I enter back in the void of my heart
with her transparent shoe in one hand
and a dead sun in the other
I`d replace my eyes with her lips.
Suddenly I have to hate all the light colours
from those clothes I`m wrapped in
COMMENTS
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LostKitten
07:30 Jul 01 2008
I sadly understand. I will always be your friend.
Dragonrouge
17:03 Jul 05 2008
*hugs LK*
demonlovesyou
18:33 Oct 06 2008
Lovely Poem a Dream Scape...