echo
silent revelation
in our dreaming
we find each other
in forgetfulness
we look for reasons
questioning what only eyes can see
doubting what is to be trusted
where do the tears disappear to
where does the laughter come from
that void where all sinks in,
emptiness that consumes
over and again
I stand here
still
looking out for you
your ineffable image, that echoing sound
distant rumble of your footsteps
still alive in my thoughts
taking a leap in remembrance
I surge towards you –
like a moon
seeking fullness
like an empty vase
longing for the freshness of flowers
flame rose
paint, if you must
golden hills and silvery coasts
melody of unsung songs
traces of unfound shores
fill this void, keep me afloat
paint all that echoes
in your resplendent soul
…..
an ode to a painter, art by Thomas Saliot : http://www.thomassaliot.com
vivid canvas
displaced
in the rugged depths
your echo
fallen
in the abyss of silence
your murmur
seared
into my memory
your traces
a remembrance
a yearning
overwhelms me so
….
photography by Akhil Kayu
glistening murmur
wandering light
tear drop crystals,
a lover’s delight
the smoke of naked loathing
clouds my mind;
an echo from a faraway land
and a certain need redefined
chasing the scent and colour
of the one that glows;
encircling the core
like a blank verse, I flow
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 