Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Tea and cup, ready,
Birds in garden weaving dream,
Kettle wakes, calling.
 Nov 2014 icelandicblue
Jack
~

Are you from around here?
I asked throughout his song
While staring to the evening skies,
behind a day so long

His answer shone so brightly,
a beacon in the mist
This sympathetic voice did tell
in winter dreams as this

Long ago I lived my life,
forever to be strong
Now singing in the dead of night,
you hear my star lit song

So gaze upon my volume,
my music lights the way
Still shining an eternity
yet changing everyday

Am I from around here?
Come listen to my tune
Every night I sing to thee,
you see I am the moon
The cloak of time
Wears off everyday
Leaving a frail reminder
Before it finally comes off
Leaving the soul bare
Only time does not age
There, for the final farewell
For few moments
Time stands still
 Nov 2014 icelandicblue
wordvango
Thine stars do shine about the flowers grow
abound cover you in roses of my love
intricate I desire unknown. I yearn to cite my poem
my ode to you in public:
    When you my fairest flower
light green eyes desire
          just once could look upon me
my heart would flutterby!
      suns would shine perpetually,
sense would wake me,
       for you are a dream,
my dearest:

My words, if I could ever be so bold, to say alone,
yet in public, glisten here. I hope you see.
then glisten, for me.
Next page