In the room of dusk
Waiting for the sun to dive
Into the space behind the sand hills,
Your fingers embracing the white cup of tea
In the orange blush of warm light,
You stare at me,
my eyelashes flutter
I look away " the window steamed from inside
Orchids in a glass looking at us
The twilight is coming, and fading
Your arms stretched to me -
But who stole our memories,
My brother?
Going to hang out your shirt
Your arms tremble again with longing,
Why you need me always more,
Even you know I'm forbidden?
The cat is meows outside,
Branches of the willow shivering
In the caressing wind,
You stay behind me, hugging me silently
Your voice is frozen long ago "
But who stole our memories,
My brother?
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
In the room of dusk
Waiting for the sun to dive
Into the space behind the sand hills,
Your fingers embracing the white cup of tea
In the orange blush of warm light,
You stare at me,
my eyelashes flutter
I look away " the window steamed from inside
Orchids in a glass looking at us
The twilight is coming, and fading
Your arms stretched to me -
But who stole our memories,
My brother?
Going to hang out your shirt
Your arms tremble again with longing,
Why you need me always more,
Even you know I'm forbidden?
The cat is meows outside,
Branches of the willow shivering
In the caressing wind,
You stay behind me, hugging me silently
Your voice is frozen long ago "
But who stole our memories,
My brother?
just a poem in my style, feel free to comment!
