MY WHISPERING GOD
Night goes on, stars come in,
I kept seeing as the moon glows thin,
And God whispers to my ear,
“Never forget me, Oh! my dear”...

Birth is given, so I am here,
Death is certain, maybe I will not,
But I will be the same,
Here or else somewhere...
And God says quietly to me,
“I will be in you everywhere”...

As breeze passes me, kisses my cheeks,
A sweet gentle air plays with my hair,
The trees started greeting,
And leaves were chanting...

So, my God whispers to me,
“I am here, Oh! My dear”
And I say aloud- “I can sense you, my Lord, EVERYWHERE”...

I believe… that the night hides abyss of silence,
fleeting butterflies swirls and bends over my eyelashes,
gloomy shadows, shuddering cavalcades of emotions,
the seed of light breaks down the tangled paths of life …

I believe... that nostalgia has the perfume of a rainbow
what strikes the unwritten verse between my lips,
with withered sounds resonating on the alley of life
the noisy clinker wants the world to amuse ...

I believe... that the water's murmur reflects bulbs of light,
the sad dance of the autumn cuts the road to ruins,
the trembling forest, dry, now deeply broken,
wants to mourne in front of heaven, making things right  ...

I believe... that springs will mirror in the quiet waters,
the serene sighs will once whisper my name,
to disturb the calm of warm hours with a charming smile,
to turn on the desire with his mouth hungry for love ...

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-Haiku


Indelible Words

Inked as small
whispered traces

Liberate the mind.

-R.

10.28.17
-LA

those echoed words
have fallen on hushed crowds
as your eyes find my face

out of turn & out of place
what should never be
has found its home
radiating in me

Eying on the stars
Look too far.
I wonder though no
they didn't whisper.
Maybe they know
the straight skinny better.
Why everyone craves
'Swiming in the moonlight
ambling by the river'!

&the world was small
compared to that of
hearts and flowers

And poems were only
whispers among the trees
that you weaved with
your frail
F I N G E R T I P S

You are the bright
light against pale
paint, the tiny curve
in the corners of
a smile--
the quiet
S
H
A
D
O
W
S
in the pages of a book

You are all the
beautiful things
--if ever eternally--
(so slightly your life flickered)
you are.

(2.22.15)