“Hey Silvia, why haven’t you come to bed yesterday? I missed you.” Said Jake. “Didn’t want to wake you up, you were already fast asleep when I finally could tear my eyes off the window,” she said with a sheepish smile, hoping he would forgive her. “Well, there is no amends to do now,” he started frowning, “you’ve already missed the first night, the second one will not summon the miracle,” still looking serious and intently staring into her brilliant blue eyes. For a second, she truly believed that he was mad at her. They stared into each other’s eyes...
Happily playing charades,Making Rose growing.Laughter reminds me of Daisy,Cannot abandon Rose now. Loving cycling through meadow,Lily blossoms fully.Hearing distant calling,Turning seeing rose withers. Watering one and then other,Never enough it seems.Both dying in this manner,Heart breaks when not with the other. Cycling through the meadow,Lily blossoms for the moment.Playing charades in the kitchen,Rose grows another sprout. Cherish the moment looking at Rose,There is no other moment like it.Cherish moment looking at Lily,There is no other moment like it. To the tunes of Cora,Everything aligns.Lily and rose become friends,No need to choose between them.
The spring blossom,The sun through leaves,The evening fragrance,Reminds me of you. The jabber of kids,Still warm concrete,Sore thighs from running,Reminds me of you. Friendship in the movement,Careless evening play,Breathless and sweaty happiness,Reminds me of you. Lying in the grass feeling dirt,Sharp rock piercing through rib,Dandelion tickling my nose,Reminds me of you.
Feel the cover with my hand,Smooth, cold, odorless.Feel the page with my hand,Rough and smell of fibers. Urgent message, touching story,Each page reveals swiftly.Seeing as though living,When another image intervenes. Buried in the pages, closed eyes,Crackling of the old tree reverbs.Day, night, day, night,Damp forest you can hear. Day, night, day, night,From the smallest seedling.Doe strains her ears,Wolf sees its opportunity. Day, night, day, night,First direct sunlight getting.Bear looking for honey,Sparrow building nest. Day, night, day, night,Huge crack opens through.Sparrow laying last egg,Falling branches, roots drying. Old forest covered in lichen,Cracking wood echoes.Amber fragrance still lingers,I see the story again.
Goes to the sound of Amelie,Piano rhyming while striding.Scent of freshly baked croissant,Sun shining from balcony flowers. Hazel hair smiles at everyone,Catching every word.Nudges you under the rib,Finds out your deepest secret. Hazel hair skips down the road,Greets kid, granny and Johnny.Bright dress pretentious in the wind,Turns shadows to bright green. Hazel hair laughs at English joke,Pretends to be grumpy old guy.Swings to the tune of Amelie,Dances with a French dress. Hazel hair draws from a cigarette,Side-look and mischievous smile.Meaningful, funny, silly conversation,Twists and chews her hair. Hazel hair gazes into darkness,Wearing blue dress.I want to gladden her,But I do...
Childs steps through a meadow,Happy and fulfilled.Dreaming about starships,The mind is complete. Older steps through the meadow,Love wedges into thee.She taught thee to love,Since thee couldn’t not love. Old steps through dark forest,Great wound seething.Wound heals only to reappear,Does it even matter if it seals? She taught thee to love,Since thee couldn’t not love.Dark blood seethes through,That’s price for the spice.
The first moment I saw yellow dress,Everything aligned into place.Fear evaporated from the hot rays,Silence in midst of busy place. As we sat to unite our minds,I beheld the most colorful eye.I fell into the wonderous pit,And could not scramble out since. We spoke for what felt like a minute,I began to think you may fall in love.But then my word went amiss,Her dress turned dark blue. Busy place turned empty,And her steps lead to safety.My empty words try to stop her,There is no use. Fear condenses on my forehead,As there is no yellow dress to evaporate it.Throbbing pain quenches,Colorful...
Buzzing everywhere.Thought after thought.Not letting each other finish.Chaos, imperfection. Perfection can be made,but what is perfect?Four corners of square,or roundness of sphere? Shadow is crooked,just look at it different.Nothing casts no shadow,you can go deeper. No disturbance.Like a silent lake,in all aspects.No thought, nothingness. Buzzing everywhere.Thought after thought.Suddenly silence,perfection forever. But….You can lose even if,you did everything,perfectly.
You’ve looked into my eyes for a brief,I’ve looked into yours for a decade.We’ve gotten cursed together,but we never shared the burden. You share the burden now,I still bear it alone after that long time.They carry your stone so you walk free,I pull it behind me, reluctant to untie it. I’ve grown to like the stone,its chain burrying into my flesh keeping me sane.A thought that you have the same stone,gives me hope you will catch my sight again.
On a cold September Sunday I sat in a park on a wooden bench reading my book. As I was cold, I positioned in a way so the sun would hit most of my body to warm me up. I felt tranquil. I was deeply immersed in my book, so many memories flowed through me, old childhood memories of reading Harry Potter when there were no worries. It nicely interacted with the beautiful day, however cold. Late sun reflecting from dark green leaves of old oaks, made reading the book enjoyable. In all those good feeling a nagging though was...
