tears
awakening
let the mist uplift
so tears can dry
and smiles can bloom
drop your ego
surrender
nothing is worth more
than love
…..
Digital Art by one of my most favourite artists – Cyril Rolando : http://aquasixio.deviantart.com
raindrops
and one day
they dripped
like pearls from heaven
splattering
one at a time
from her unrestrained soul
mirroring words
she could not utter
words that were often lost
lost in the depths of silence
…..
photograph courtesy Akhil Kayu
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nights
fermented in tears
slowly made my soul fertile
now I run wild
through blossoming fields
alive in eternal spring
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ask from the dark clouds
or the flaming hearth
of endless nights spent
in waking eyes
that knew
neither rest
nor sleep
ask from the tears
that were too tired
to be wept
from the lips that bled
unutterable words
in sweet pain
of longing
all seeking
in unison
a window
a door
to reach you,
to enter
your perfumed garden
only to find
one full moon night
as if it were a dream
as if I needed to be pinched
in that fleeting moment
when I saw
you closing the window
me inside
with you
me inside
with the beauty unseen
with the timeless truth
giving me a dose
of intoxication
that will take
a few lifetimes to recover
that will take
more than
a few lifetimes
to recover
naked truth
what a strange beauty there is
in learning from the opposites
I love freely
because I know how it feels
not to be loved
I appreciate little things
whole heartedly
because I know how it is
to be taken for granted
I try hard to understand
because I know how it feels
to be misunderstood
I am and I am not
yet I persist
I often smile at the sun
I seek light
because I have seen
the darkest of nights
I know what freedom is
because I had been tied down
for too long to a place
I didn’t belong
I long for my home
because I know how agonizing
that separation is
covered in thorns
I delight in soothing
someone’s pain
having drowned in tears
I delight in a smile on a face
yes, you can call me insane
because I know there is nothing
no nothing in staying sane
I know yet I remain a fool
hiding behind words
look how I spill
my heart out
how amazing it is, I wonder
to have learnt from contradictions
…..
photography by Nassima Rothacker : http://www.nassimarothacker.com
cold embers
on days like this
words fail me
lost without you,
my steps falter
these lips tremble
and breath hardens
‘when will you come?’ my heart cries
‘melt my frozen body
in your warm embrace
give me a reason to stay alive,
wipe tears off my face?’
I wish you could see
how I await your arrival
lost in space and time,
wandering between
the dead and the divine
and when only stillness flows
in endless motion
how I lie scattered
in a grave
on the edge
of a glowing ocean
…..
a pleasure to collaborate with an artist whose work has moved me beyond words. Thank you M for being you and the beauty you have brought into my life through your photography – http://myworldonmuteblog.wordpress.com
muted thoughts
the madness we caress
purity in your tears
treasure in these ruins,
and the futility of those fears
is it worth it, is it worth the pain?
[pause]
enough of pain
darkness and blurred sight
come close, heed to my plight
I have burnt the blame
in a holy flame
lead me from the ashes
show me your light
untainted fancy
exhausted tears,
enflamed lips
forbidden solace
in sweetheart’s fingertips
droplets of honey
sweetness, that is craved
music of the heart’s truth
played, in a thousand different ways
rich in happiness
poor in gold
a tickling lullaby surrounds,
lo and behold
hush! a secret is being whispered
in these fleeting instants
immortal soul, condemned for love
love bestowed, a story told
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painting by Ewelina Ladzinska
healing light
the wind blows, sweeping with it memories,
stirring all thats been buried within
the thread slowly pulls loose
and the pile of dead leaves starts to break away
I give in, standing in silence
letting go of the fragile thoughts,
releasing the shadowed dreams
letting the feeling pass
there is yet another sky, another shore,
another reason to keep a beating heart
distant from warm comfort of tears,
away from the agony of an infatuated lover
sometimes we need to be protected from what we want
for a deeper need to be fulfilled
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