Like the view
that was lost in the journey
Like the wave
that was lost in the tide
Like the speck
that was lost in the storm
Like the dew drop
that was lost in the first rays
Like the love
that was lost in promises
Was the life
that was lost in living.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Souls and Bodies
The noise inside me stops
as you whisper
A poetry in stone emerges
as you sculpt me endlessly
Was it pain or meaningless happiness
that you chiseled away
A million flowers bloom- and I smell of
as the salt of your skin nourishes me
The scars within me heal
as you assault
Reborn is my fragmented soul
every time you dismember me
as you whisper
A poetry in stone emerges
as you sculpt me endlessly
Was it pain or meaningless happiness
that you chiseled away
A million flowers bloom- and I smell of
as the salt of your skin nourishes me
The scars within me heal
as you assault
Reborn is my fragmented soul
every time you dismember me
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