Ecstasy and other poems.
A SENSE OF
POSSIBILITY
I do not know what to expect,
I do not know what to expect,
standing
still near the window
a night of
downpours,
a few wet
pumpkin seeds,
the
splashing of water against
the stone,
shifting
glances
a trace of
breeze,
a sense of
possibility
each day it
weakens
around the
water's edges.
what's that?
broken
clips, clipped wings,
doors shut
tight,
a quiet
moment,
is it what
you expect?
the wind
offers to stay back,
a light rain
still falling
on the
leafless tree,
words
pervade inside
waft in a
few promises.
in doing so,
reveal a
smile,
drumming up
courage,
my hopes
rising up
like waves
stirring and
shifting,
only the
lights will change,
there is
more to it,
a day not
meant to end.
Ecstasy
In the
cocoon of intimacy
you may
weave the same magic, raise the spirits
in a suave
chemistry,
I dream
about it in every breath i take
when i go to
sleep.
that's not
the right moment to think
about the
hungry people and pale faces
the story
with terrible problems, the lost love
and the
effect of dying as
they curse
and slay each other.
our stars
are so strong, each time
night
unfolds the puffy cheeks
the
connection in soul level,
hide the
wound and suffering,
supporting
this lighter life in ecstasy.
Blue
let me sit in silence
let me sit in silence
I look each
side of the moon
where others
never set eyes on,
every moment
has to argue
for its
existence.
let my hands
drop on my chest
i am doing
in my own way
rolling and
crushing of waves
discard the
door to
sun-soaked
beaches.
each time
you ask for the details
to buy the
secret
the morning
sky
refuses to
tell
how much
blue in the sky.
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