Tired of all,When yearning to crawlAlong fields sprayed with your tears.Here is beauty,And there is sceneryFor me to weep over, in view of your slumber. Your darknessFights me off,Intrudes upon my light,The comfort I’ve aimed to grant. I have placed roses for you to wieldLike…
Poetry is but a glimpseTo your feeble story.Woman, who was once my beloved,My treasured soul,My song,My emotions,And, my mind;All has now fled far from me. Your eyes, a twinkle of starlight,Beside your cheeks, the porcelain sheetsThat were made as the bed to lay my kisses,Once…
You plundered the blue,Off what was brand new,And show up as you knewAll to break throughMy heart, with jagged edges.And, it is broken in two,Though, the symmetry was never there,Those eyes of yoursCould never really stare,To see from beyond your falling hairThat coated your face,To…
She rose, so well, in the time of morning,Stilled, my finger was, worn and broken,At the still of morning, by what laces the sun,Being, her face, as I trace every line and curve,By that same finger. What a kindness, unto me!What a world, that enraptures…
What fiend has caressed my shoulders,Besides the loneliness, I feel within my heart?It is yet a monster, without the need to sleep,Without the will to heal. She lays there, for my eyes to behold her presence,For my view, for my corrupt and trembling hand,To mimic…
One loving faceRestores a vow.Gifted, as it wereTo what Heaven allowed.In our place, among sandsAs white as snow,As bright as the sunIn its golden resplendence. A child exists in you.It is me,The one who finds nighttime to be so Hellish,While the Heaven in your eyesI…
Winter has me breathingThis cascading silver air,Across your delicate forehead,As you’ll recede with your eleganceBack to where you belong.A den of darkness,Is where you find comfort,And I do not belongIn such a realm. I am sick,Though, you seem to be healthy.You have cheeks that sparkle…
“The poet is a one who has seen all colors of life, and yet, that poet has drowned himself in the fragrance, in the skin, in the arms, of a woman, of a muse, who is now lost to him. What colors had he seen,…
Upon sticks and brambles, and everything taken from the trees,Love, we do, with our hearts spread, over everything new.Like two fossils, once beautiful and full of scenery.Like two trees, now collapsed, with kisses running overAs the remaining twigs that caress. I am in love, or…
I turn over leaves,Among the winds of Autumn,And breathe in the dust upon your chestAfter you died.Then, after you cried,I knew it was only the rain that fell,Upon your cracked and weary cheeks,Made from marble,And that stone heart is mine,Among its surface, smoothed by the…
