I jingle them fondly
Which might seem
Weird, absurd,
But they do reassure me,
And are with me, everywhere
And above all
When, I’m lonely
They show me
That they care.
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When I read certain Poetry,
The Sky seems near and within touch,The Spirit leaves its cage as such.A feeling of Immensity,Embraces me so totally,I feel ethereal and in touch,With Mysteries, I love so much,In trance with words I’ve never heard,Before me open brand new worlds,And I no longer can be me,My spirit Free thru Poetry.
If we can ever figure out,
We’ll have our universe in handReady to pick.
The loneliest poet in the world,
Has never cradled a poem,Has never a rhyme, heard.His loneliness is his poetry,His emptiness, his poem.It’s hard to write,When the heart feels not rightImpossible, to be a poet,When loneliness turns you into stoneAnd you feel and know it.
If someone rejects me,
But not to create a pearl,Just to meditateAnd think,That I have to wise up!
Beyond desire,
Every time I see your face,My heart flowers,Red roses bloom in its place,Beyond desire,I know that we were made,Just for each other,In time and space,Just for the moment,Of our first embrace,For the fulfilment,Of Love’s perfect grace.
Why do birds sing?
Why does the Sea,Fascinate so?Why are we here?Where do we go?Once Love is gone,We do not know,Lost is the World,Lost is the Sea,Nothing is left,How can that be?