Tessa Von Walderdorff

Tessa Von Walderdorff Jul 2010

It's not too late.
It's not too late for you to come back.
For you to come back to me,
and set us on the right track.

It's not too late.
It's not too late to hear those sweet words,
Those three simple words, that all say,
but when you sat it with truth, cure my whole day.

It's not too late.
It's not too late for you to sweep me off my feet.
For us to make believe and create our own fantasy.
For you to kiss me so tenderly and so sweet.

It's not too late.
It's not too late to make things right
and bring that moonlight glow
that you and I both know.
But it's your turn now, to come to me.
It's not late, that I can clearly see.

Tessa Von Walderdorff Jul 2010

Almighty Printer

Almighty Printer
So big and so strong
So powerful and noble
That you could never go wrong

Or so they say on the box,
Through the ads, on the phone,
But have they ever mentioned the fact
That it has a mind of its own?

When it suddenly stops working
And decides to break,
you start to wonder, was it really worth the pay,
the wait and all those tantrums by the lake?

Almighty printer
So big and so strong,
But really, at the end, you always go wrong.

Tessa Von Walderdorff May 2010

Simply Choice

Only the purest of hearts have the ability to hear the dewdrops whisper in the earliest of mornings.
Sometimes the ones with the greed and darkness entwined within, need only a sign from someone else that they too are accepted.

Only the smallest of things have the advantage of seeing the world at its largest point.
Sometimes the ones who stand tall and grand may secretly be timid and afraid, with only their outer image concealing their true feelings.

Only the less flexible have the opportunity to grow and someday make it to a different level.
Sometimes the flexible have no more room to lengthen, leaving no space to progress in time.

Only the youngest of children can have the most unusual friends, who no one else can see,
Leaving the ones who are older, in a narrow-minded and constricted place, with nothing but reality wrapped around them.

Only the ones who forgive and let go will be able to move on,
Leaving the ones who don’t, trapped and lost forever.

Only the old with the tinniest of steps have had the longest journey,
Leaving the rest, with the wider and faster strides to continue on.

Only the ones that live their lives in the moment, will live it to the fullest,
Leaving the minds of the others, behind or ahead of time, giving no space for them to see what lies at their feet.

Only the ones who love themselves, will be able to spread and give love to others,
Leaving the ones who hate and resent themselves, to have no possible way to fully love and take in someone else.

Tessa Von Walderdorff May 2010

Silence

Nothing.
Simply the faintest whisper of electricity buzzing throughout the walls.
Nothing.
Merely the wooden floors cracking, acting out timidly and discreetly, with no effort needed, causing the complication to disperse up and away.
Nothing.
Purely the pitter-patter of rain outside my window, gliding across the gutters, dripping softly one by one onto the scattered pebbles.
Nothing.
Just the sound of crickets singing delightfully, lighting up the thick, dark, opaque night that melts itself across the village.
Nothing.
Only the rhythm of my breath, inhaling and exhaling at a steady and profound pace.
Nothing.
Only the few combinations of sounds that make up the definition of silence. Silence that spreads throughout the room like warm honey, dripping from a tipped jar. Silence that brings peace within. Silence that allows you to think and revaluate. The silence that cures all problems.

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