Friday, April 30, 2010
The Desert rose...
All the roads lead to you
words dance on your tunes
as my feet sink in your desert dunes
but i keep walking
held by the windy silence
cuddled by your twinkling absence
dried leaves fly in my chase
revolted sand keep touching my face
as i keep shaking
silver stars guide my steps
the shy moonlight beats in my ribs
my heart drips
like a broken bottle of red wine
I pour my scent in a darkened line
like fresh blood
is like a ragging flood
in you i sink
trapped in a blink
lost in your fearless why
released with a helpless sigh
i held the sand in my fist
letting it slip
what scene should i skip?
your thunderous departure?
or is it my lightening rapture
when i saw your shadow coming back
through my desert in a victorious attack
i recollected my fragmented heart
ran to your arms in a fresh new start
but i ended up holding my arms tight
it was only your fading light
even the sand now felt as cold
the desert night seemed as bold
how could i forget
that in the desert all you get
are some longing whispers and a shadow of your own inspiration.
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