A gust of wind blows a lone leaf. Without its roots it solemnly flies; Finding nurishment in these new lands. Tis a bitter sweet sentiment for the wind shall soon return wisking away the lonely leaf and sharing it with the world.
Every new place brings new blessings. A temporary warmth that sooths the soul. It finds companions; Yet truly owns no home. The moments are fleet as a single heartbeat. Another gust, and again, it flys alone.
Surely, the lonesome leaf shall one day sleep beneath the trees, Taking root in a loving place for it to keep; Shrouded by the stars. Untill the day it makes its way, Forever Wayward.
Its 3am here in Madrid. Ive spent the past 30 minutes thinking this up. Ive tried to write others recently but its been hard to find my feelings. I want to put something up and i feel this is as close as it gets. My heart is a poet, but I'm lost to myself and forgot how to translate its language
Hypnotized by Beauty of his Curly brown Magic twist, Not a player A true man What he is? A simple touch to him, Twinkling eyes Megawatt smile, I find myself Hoping to ride or die True gem Worth while His beauty hypnotized The wayward smile
parallax movement of the clouds beneath the dome of now departing summer my eyes kept anchor till it tore and so my wish was written into the cloud, the vessel of my message before I bid it farewell and let it go a bottle in the sea whose lips caress your shores
Фоново движение на облаците Под купола на отпътуващото лято Очите ми държаха котва, но се скъса И тъй желанието мое бе написано По облака, съда на моето послание Преди се сбогувам и да го пусна Бутилка във морето чиито устни Милват твойте брегове
Look at you, You’ve forgotten the solace of your mother’s warmth, the succor of your father’s love form Look at you, Begotten by one worthy pair and yet having failed to grant them an ample heir Look at you, Failure, you wayward daughter with eyes caught in the confines of dreams And yet you’ve seen everything there is to see.