Some, someone

Are you the spirit of the gods,That did survive, somehow?Are you their language, sweet and deep?Mythology’s transition,That prints the world anew, somehow,With gods, temples and visions.

And whisper to the Wind,Let’s go together, you and I,As romantic dreamers do,So It complies,And, carries my words away,Into the deep dark night of oblivion,And as a player in a lost-cause-play,A tremor starts to tear me apart,In the darkness of a World without a heart,That We cannot change, the wind and I,So I cry,But, we…

It just might be,My life-giving Potion,My Lifeline to Emotion!Feeling and Feelings,Are Everything!In constant motion,Like a magic train,That pushes us, along,Into worlds, unknown,Please accept my devotion!Then, there’s Mystery,And the Why?The unanswered questions,And the Innermost Cry,The vital search for Love,Before you die.

To convey worlds,Never seen or that never stood,This, the Poet does,And if successful,A reading must.

Stole it awayAnd leftWithout sign,A single wordNot one I heardYou were no longer mine.Since then,Just emptiness, surrounds,The soul, I thought was mine,You took it with you,Making Gray,All sunshine, will not shineNor will another living dayBe happy or even mineI won’t defend, nor will pretend,That stealing love is fine.

Poetry deliberates,Has a short debate,With itselfShould It go into PoliticsOr join the CompaniesOf thousands of fake productsAnd Advertise itself,In order to be read and heardTo survive, the Present,So full of unquestionable,Mistakes.