Love again


Calling the night
In your heart again
Showing storms the way
To your heart again

Telling your heart to
Suffer the pain again
Letting your hopes fly
Like wandering birds in the sky

Says the brain to heart
You selfish son of Cain (murderer of his brother Abel)
You can try loving again
But I'm sure you're in vain

Love has lain the sword
To **** my heart again
Says my heart to me
Come on let's die again

It's an honor to be slain
In the way of love again

God help me if you can
I'm in love again
My heart has suffered much
In the name of love again

Why do you allow love
To enter your heart again

The melody my heart sings
Of the beloved's eyes

You don't need to drink
Just a Glance of love again

You don't need to sing
Just the voice of love again

No need to give a smile
Just the memories of love again

Like a little child
Standing below the sky again
Hoping to see a fallen star
To wish for the love again

He sees no Fallen star
Goes with tears in his eyes
Like a free bird
Fallen for the trap again

That stupid heart of mine
Tells me all the time
Let's keep hoping till we die
That it's going to rain again.......

i thought that you were heaven sent
i had no idea of the hell you'd bring
thinking of all the time we spent
screaming when we should sing

you left me hurt, left me bent
left me feeling that bitter sting
wondering where the heaven went
struggling with a broken wing

Detached from ripples swaying
in the harmonious space of self.

Tasting the quiet, with only
an inaudible sense of deferential
nothing. I tiptoe fondly
into the gardens where
grows the leaves
of other times.

Like a lullaby without words,
I'm taken here and there,
in many and all kinds of
situations. Teasing
sighs from benign
retrospective
endearments
insist on
understanding.

"Wrap me in your arms,
oh delicious memories",
This I proclaim in
honest wonder.

Every second lived
is one more step
in strong direction.
Familiar guises
prodding and guiding
the footsteps
of release.

I am concerned
only with empty
pockets and lint
left like
photographs
of times both
then and now.

So to new days
and impressive
meanderings
do I linger,
ever glad.

To the left or to the right
Do we become a beacon or do we become a blight
Do we glow dim or do we glow bright
Do we run or do we fight
Do we smolder or do we ignite
Do we become rude, or do we become polite
Do we starve or do we take a bite
Do we keep quiet or do we write

She drove her spirits into the lake, the water dripping up her arms and wrapping her in a cocoon of silk made from the fine hands of the waves. The refine sown fabric blurred her vision, tainting her body in blue feathers. As she closed her eyes, she gave into the lake. It took hold of her skin like a bare canvas and moulded the girl into its desired wish. She felt herself falling only to realize she was becoming shorter, her hands unable to move from her body and her legs trapped in the silk waters. Soon the cocoon fell apart and her vision cleared, the girl's beautiful figure now the one of a swan. The feathers wrapped her like a hug, and she felt the freedom her other skin could not. It was with white wings and opal eyes that she finally found herself. Not the blue things on both sides of her nose and the brown curls covering her head in a cascade of judgement.