Powdered path
powdered path
among the trees
frosted flowers
growing wild
little rivers
slowly flow
icy sleep.
up above
high above
two birds lost
two black dots
flying high
in the sky
papery white
and my pen
slipping.
stepping down
the hill whispers
in the wind.
to the village
to the village
passing time
stories, flames
chimney smoke.
and I smile
singing soft
swirls rise up
up above
high above
dancing dreams.
as we kiss
hands get warm
in your pocket.
footprints left
all behind
in the snow.
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poem by me
Wishes
i would love to find a boy who loves me truly; who adores my eyes, my hands, my heartbeatings, a boy to kiss all day long and hold in my arms when i sleep.. a boy who understands me deeply, my thinking, my dreams, my way of being, my world, my innocence, my depths… a boy who would love to be by my side until the end of our lives and forever after.. a boy i would make happy and love and take care of.. somebody to admire and feel good with.. a boy to smile for.
like i used to think i had found him, just that for once, to be more than for a while.
Ad astra
when we first kissed
the night was undressing
its white skin
trembled like our lips
in an electric field
the last stars
shone, drinking
the sweetness of flowers,
slowly dying. our breaths collapsed
into each other
thoughts entangled
like moons on branches,
fingers and touches,
and deep into your eyes
I was surfacing a lake
of dreams, from shore to shore
easy as a smile,
to reach your shore.
like gods of lost lands
we made the first steps
through the open gates
of day. forever one heart.
threading the grass
unknown paths
promising to reveal.
>>>D.J.<<<
I feel
“back then i vibrated in your arms, even now, when i see your smile in a photograph, but now i am just another flower” ~ Ada Brink
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