Enough sparrows
To chase a crow
Doing
So.

Sweet sound
Morning darkness
Breeze's whispers of
Snow

Ahhh... I'm almost there
She moans against the
Naked back of
Everything

The queen of
Inbetween
Seasons
Touching greens

Not to **** but lull
Not to take but
Present
This

Is -just like any other
Ending- not an
End at
All

Eyes pierced by the night, reverberating in silence. Voices renounced by the wind. Standing at the shore of waves and storms, you surrender to the inevitable as the sun rises.

I am wounded by questions, as to why I do not honour the beauty of love, but an eagle can not dance in the clouds without its feathers. Shackled by the chains of misery, I find that in love I can not go further.
I'm an iron bent by the hammer of pain. My path is abundant with emptiness, love is yet to lead me astray.

In the rain of my tears I see a rainbow coloured with hope of escaping my fears enlightening my heart as the path to love appears.

The heart grows warm as the fog is lifted. While the warm light rises above the sun, enlightening the blinded but gifted.

Elated by The smell of lilies, swaying with the wind while caressing the skin, enchanting the soul that gently breaths.
The mind serene, a breeze of blissful thoughts. Joy being the kiss from nature at peace.

As the day retires the moon provides a sit. Now, gaze at the sunset while the lilies retire for the night.

Am I not more than just letters and alphabets ?

I blossom flowers and array them in colour —
beauty to be admired,
a river to wash away sorrow,
a whisper of hope for tomorrow.

In a web of scandals I am weapon — for truth, for lies, for bottom feeders.
I shift the views of mankind,
I give birth to leaders.

I’ve felt the gentle hand of a lover,
the pain of a broken heart,
the tears of despairing minds,
and the fears of villainous victims burdened with sin.

I've witnessed horrors in hollow places.
I'm forever in an abyss of blissful sorrows .

Through countless centuries I've been a mirror for reflecting notions and emotions,I confess
I am a donkey exhausted but allowed no rest.

I await the day when the last man  lays down his pen and
welcomes the grim reaper as an old friend, I too would be able to finally rest.

You embellish my life, I cherish your love, trust and the time you take just to make me smile

My eyes awe at the sight of your visage. It must have taken God eight days to perfect you before his eyes.

You gave me hope when I thought I  was lost. Your voice is melody echoing the sounds of joy.

In your arms, I am in a garden of heaven basking in bliss, resting in peace but alive and indeed enjoying the aroma of elation swaying with the wind.