Open Poetry #11 |
No Answers |
John R Member
since 2000-12-14
Posts 141Toledo OH |
No Answers The sun is up, but it is darkness shadowed by eclipse. The air is calm, but the wind blows. I stand alone at the edge of this dream, lost in the labyrinth of my mind; while my lips touch gently the lips of a rose and my eyes see the blood drip from its silver thorns. I look upon its beauty with these wounded eyes, I find not her face, but her heart inside and to touch its beauty with words of love, only takes its toll upon this heart of mine. I seek her love inside the meaning of dreams, I find no answers, just confusion and pain that tear at my soul with questions of why and pulls at my heart just to make me cry. If a dream touches us, it exists to us as anything else that touches us. John |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah John, the sadness... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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