when we're so close that our lungs share air
our lips touch and we sink down into a rhythm perfectly in time that pentameters weep
I will dive into desolation before sundown,
If the weather gets darker, I will be lost before tasting One who likes daylight in sweet sound of tune. We have to look up to sky to see what's inside of it, Temple of breath is shaken cause of the sadness, And excuses disappear in sound of love. I didn't realise when moment explained fact of separation, Necessaries of love is appeared slowly with effects of sadness, I have to lose you and me in sounds of instruments.
Like a cherry branch in the wind, you
dancing to the iridescent tune of whichever direction it moves
I wish I was a guitar,
how easier it would be to express love living in me, when my own tongue helplessly tied. I wish I was a guitar, which softly weeps, how joyous weeping this would be, how sweet! My six strings tune whispered to my dearest's ear she would adore! She'd touch my board, she'd hold me tight, she'd kiss my neck, she'd love me more!
Written while listening to Guitar Concerto in D major RV.93 (2) by Antonio Vivaldi
Come, come, music,
While I kiss your melody Not even I, can measure how much love you hold Hush, listen - the soft tiptoes So gently, tenderly - sweet! Your tune is so light Pure bubbles meet Schubert’s humming butterfly Almost forgets the May bliss She placed Music on a flower Till her ripples lay in care Come, come, sweet music The moon may wink at you And charm may sleep Now those notes, she will bloom Hush, lift the sleepy light Well done Debussy – O dear Roses shall dream of pulp’d verse And music, she well knows what she hears.
Inspired by Keats, Schubert's Impromptu No.3 & Debussy
that dances amongst the beating chambers of your heart strings, the harp’s tune; now tickled, notes reach their staff to descend upon their bass.
Poem about a girl I dated who could sing.
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
the angel laughs
at my broken mask i hide behind a boulder so i can’t see the light of day and if i can’t see you you can’t see me who is this girl i see staring back, listening to the tune of the song i sing about losing everything i can’t hold onto myself when you trace my lips and marinate them with the taste of strawberries but tell me, who can live without hope?
Let’s defy these scientific rules for a minute
And immobilize this systematic reality. Lets make our own personal route Towards a surreal land, just like fantasy A place where i could stretch my arm and grab a star A place where you could sit by my side, holding a jar. Where we could put them in jar and keep it under the moon. Then listen to their sweet, soothing and mellow tune. Where we could make anything from their glowing dust. Or use them to fullfil our wishes, if we must. A place where we could be together for *****. Only if we could defy scientific rules for once.