These words have survived separations
Faces I can no longer remember of loved ones
Poetry has transcended my decades
Spacious and fluent like a last reminder
Of why truth is no longer as important
As beauty, inner beauty of a spiritual quality
Alphabets now shelter this candle
This life that was my hopes and dreams
These most intimate self-deceptions
Wildest faith of wonderful illusions
For a moment still I am there
With moons and roses, aware of nothing
But the shine of creativity on our inner cheek
The mineral blossoms and lotus of our imagination
It’s pure there to write like drunken water
In a light of its own color, reflecting the pauses
Silences, spaces in-between relationships and solitude
That was the best quality of the life I lived.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
These words have survived separations
Faces I can no longer remember of loved ones
Poetry has transcended my decades
Spacious and fluent like a last reminder
Of why truth is no longer as important
As beauty, inner beauty of a spiritual quality
Alphabets now shelter this candle
This life that was my hopes and dreams
These most intimate self-deceptions
Wildest faith of wonderful illusions
For a moment still I am there
With moons and roses, aware of nothing
But the shine of creativity on our inner cheek
The mineral blossoms and lotus of our imagination
It’s pure there to write like drunken water
In a light of its own color, reflecting the pauses
Silences, spaces in-between relationships and solitude
That was the best quality of the life I lived.
