Thursday, June 28, 2012

Waiting in Denial

Years have passed by,
a thousand and one,
waiting in denial,
for a last speck of hope,
to diminish,
to leave me stranded,
in this abyss

while I clutch on to
flickering memories
real and unreal,

Was I waiting for you,
or your promise?
it has been so long dear,
frankly I don't remember,

I am waiting,
in denial.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Through your Eyes

Is the sky still orange bright,
where dance the silver clouds,
while sun slides down, out of sight?

and the bunch of purple Pansies
are they blooming on Willow's foot,
wooing butterflies, vibrant Lilies.

I feel the breeze blowing from,
old rill near the northern field,
Oh how I wish I still could roam.

Though weeps my lifeless eyes
through your gentle words I see,
Again my little heart flies.

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