I see her seated,
far in the room,
with someone I don’t know,
her lover I assume,
hands in unison,
eyes all met,
listening to the music,
candles brightly lit,
we see one another,
decide to avoid,
it’s time for me to leave,
to say her goodbye,
I walk past her,
she sees me around,
eyes finally met,
without a sound,
she calls my name,
wishes me goodnight,
I see her eyes,
and forget all sight,
walking in rain,
all I tell myself,
not again my heart,
you have already wept.
Category Archives: Heart
Close to the Moon
Every night,
I lay down,
and try to find you,
in the stars unseen,
but you were hidden,
behind the clouds,
close to the moon,
where you had been,
It’s has been time,
since I saw you,
close to me,
even in my dreams,
I will wait for the clouds,
to go tonight,
and see you again,
by any means.
Some Eyes
Some eyes are deep,
like a lake of drowned bodies,
like a heart sunk in,
like a long winter’s sleep,
Some eyes tell a story,
like a old war veteran,
like a grandmother waiting for children,
like a writer with a past,
Some eyes take you places,
like a kid holding your hands,
like a treasure map in sand,
like a memory you cannot withstand,
And some eyes love,
like a cute kitten’s,
like a playful omen,
like a mysterious showman’s.
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The Painting
layers of colour spread over the palette,
some over her tiny hands,
the way she paints with them is beautiful,
only her tiny eyes will understand,
she said I painted mama,
in her favourite dress,
I wish she was alive,
to tell her it was her best.
Paper-Boat
Sitting in a coffee shop,
with a beautiful book to read,
seeing the raindrops falling,
all over the leaves,
through the fogged mirror,
something catches my attention,
a little girl rushes in the rain,
with such utter excitement,
she sits at the pavements,
and sails the paper boat,
that glides over the rain tide,
with no one aboard,
the girl sees the boat,
till it’s out of sight,
sighed a beautiful prayer,
with all faith in her might,
and I sit and wonder,
where did we fall apart?,
turning the pages of books,
is that what we really are?
she saw me sitting inside,
signaled me to join,
I learned the paper-boat again,
indeed it sailed pretty fine.
Writings to Heaven 