so it is
dark sky and thunder
dark clouds and night, darker
storm. hail storm. perfect storm
and i put out my and to feel.
The fire burns inside
burning still, and brighter
cold comfort, crystals of ice
strike my hand. I feel
the comfort in the sound of your voice.
the comfort that you felt in mine.
passion, with the fervour of steam,
the climax of fire and ice.
we shone like the forever stone,
a diamond and its blinding shine.
we were
a ship in a bottle set sail
and tossed upon rough seas
see at last, the roughness is past,
the water is austere and azure, at last.
let us now forget the breeze.
moments of completeness and more
all that we've struggled for
moments of joy in our sacred place
where we made love in purple haze
we made love and purple haze.
and so it is.
the colder water.
the fire warmer.
come, feel the rain again.
come breathe the fire again.
4 comments:
hmm, one more of your journal 'findings' is it?
nicely wrapped :)
i loved it!!
a very different style.
refreshing!
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hi cauchy...my gawd its just da perfect poem...i really never enjoy poetry i dnt even take da pains f reading but dis one is simply superb...its bcme my favourite....keep it up...i wish i culd write more but im short f words...its so damn gud!! smebdy needs to read it as soon as possible!!
bravo buddy!
and i was getting into the impression that simple words are not meant for verse. i have been struggling with heavy complex wordwheels and not getting much 'feelings' into it, you know what i mean?
and arsehole, i showered you with missed calls before going for sunshine but you never called back. which number do you use, the 9868...... or the other one?
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