to live
look, how blue
your flames are
curling up
between my fingers
you do not know, love
my hands are closing
to hide
my light, as you flicker
will you burn away
the gray trails
in my eyes
the
splinters
in my heart
love,
with your blanket of gold
will you catch me
as I fall
casting death
like a paper ball
into your fire
to live
your flames are
curling up
between my fingers
you do not know, love
my hands are closing
to hide
my light, as you flicker
will you burn away
the gray trails
in my eyes
the
splinters
in my heart
love,
with your blanket of gold
will you catch me
as I fall
casting death
like a paper ball
into your fire
to live
posted by Yes at 11:25 AM
7 Comments:
WOW!
my bird, i enjoyed this absolutely...really..you are so poetic above love...
i could never write a real love poem...life, my life, is a vain one dear, whatever I try to do...
I am not sad about it, though...the vainness helps me engage myself fully in whatever I do...anyway, those are matters of Providence..no comments there...
but, why is it that i tend to talk too much with you..
you offered a life to me, more than once if I say...:-)
love,
devika
"My life is a vain one", strange words coming from one so capable, Devika, or is it just that you are modest, not vain...!
My only answer again Firebird..
ONLY GOD KNOWS! :)
anyway, my dear birds...seems we are through with tough times...
thank you for all the kindness and love you bestowed on me :)
wishes!
devika
by the way, my bird i didn't mean a thank you to go off..
we will continue to love, if we be :)
love,
devika
Good. I will be looking for the sparkling green/gold Keralite...
This is so vivid, full of beauty, pain and passion, you are quite extraordinary...I click everyday to see if you have something new...and then I think, everything old is new to me...so I'll go backwards lol :)
Lorraine--Your comment makes me so happy! I love the idea of you exploring my other posts--be my guest!
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