and the hours we laid
naked exploring each other
with an insatiable thirst,
somewhere our vulnerabilities had melted
by the fireplace into sweat,
gasps became moans,
and the love turned to passion
as the war ended
we retreated like causalities
snuggling for comfort in each other
I believe this is how
I felt an unending trust
that hugged me invisibly
while you slept next to me
that night.
Lo Behold for the time has come,
to raise the glasses
for the worthy unsung
it is the day they embraced death
as a good old friend, with respect
the rains will dance
and lightning will cry
they did not went alone
in the darkest night
someday sometime one has to leap
with eyes open and heart asleep
let us celebrate the honorable dead
with the brightest faces, tears unshed
Lo behold the time has come
to raise glasses
for the worthy unsung
entwined scents
and a divine grace
a sombre gaze across the room
that sent all hearts to race
days passed and so did nights
nothing was so vehement ever
than those beautiful eyes
I have been a dreamer
since that day then
to conjure an eternity in a moment
maybe it was her only sin.
Cold, dusted
old and black
I have seen everything
you never had
the little girl loved me
and so did her mother
but they left me here
looking for another
Now I wait
sometimes remember the tunes,
I loved their touch like anything
life now isn’t a boon
Writings to Heaven 