"athing" poems
And it feels like
We're on the brink of something incredible.
I need your steady breath behind me as I lie awake at night
A gentle metronome, to solace me
as the twisting
root of doubt
thrives
in the darkness
delving
and
branching
from neuron
to neuron
Choking me wi th anxiety
until bre athing
be comes a
d istant
mem-
or-
y
But It's then
That I lean back
Against your chest
To touch the ebb and flow,
The rise and fall,
The simple, solid rhythm
Of your soul keeping time;
The only constant i'll ever need
Is You and Me.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
Siriyw bilai bipang mwsayw
Gwthang pithaipwr lorhai langw
Rwdapwra rongzayw dalai ranzringw
Langdang hayao dakhwr japobw
Gwsw Birw okhrang gezerzwng dwimu
Sansriyw gwdan khiliyw jiu
Simangpwr thaiyw unduhabna thayw jiu
Akhai-Athing rubaiyw swlera mengru
Onthaiya dudruyw dwisa gathwn
Dinga gwzaow udang fhwisali gwzan
San habw dandise minina swnab gwzan
Dao palw birlangw bahayo gwdan
Bere bamblema birw bibarao
Sikhiri megon sayw nainw hayiao
Bidwipwra khathw zayw dikharao
Pithaini habilaya seolangw thasariao.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC