Like a breeze on a scorching day
I was refreshed by your full, trembling heart
Only an angel of light
Has a voice so soft
Oh! Honey, what would I not give?
Be with me on earth
But flowers just like you
Are shattered in the wind
Scatter without saying a word
I sit in the flowerbed
the shadow lengthens
My thoughts shudder again!
When he reads you again
I hear a rustle on my way
A stream hums notes
from a song with broken measures
I'm dreaming, in my mind
I rinse so clearly
The voice i loved without borders
And when the dawn breaks
I hold an oak flower in my hand
To be able to know fully
the outstretched wing of meekness
And when the sun goes down
Blackening the right horizon
I see you sick in bed
dying slowly, slowly
Tears starting to fall
they give birth to chains of light
Thinking that one day
I'll see you again, it gives me strength
To parry the sword that swings to reap my soul
Like a wheat ear
Will the soul remain in the cold body?
Or get up and leave
At the port to the stars
The moon's rays to wash it
A tornado lifts you
To step on the cloud lift
Among the abysses, among the straits
Star dust, you leave behind
Open the sky for me
to be able to see your gentle light
when the moon is a miracle
and be with me!
Go down a starry ladder
Come with a gem in your forehead
Don't change your appearance!
Because it's as fresh as spring.
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Author:
Albert Elod (
Offline) - Published: April 1st, 2022 02:51
- Category: Love
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'Oh! Honey, what would I not give?
Be with me on earth
But flowers just like you
Are shattered in the wind
Scatter without saying a word
I sit in the flowerbed
the shadow lengthens
My thoughts shudder again!
When he reads you again
I hear a rustle on my way
A stream hums notes
from a song with broken measures
I'm dreaming, in my mind
I rinse so clearly
The voice i loved without borders'..
(love the ambiguity, you threaded
into what reads like, such a tender
exploration of intimate emotions..
'indeed, if only
our flowery shampoo's
could also, wash away
and heal
those prickly thorns, imbedded
by impassioned love's
deep bruises'..)
a great read
thanks for sharing, dear poet
you just saw my best creation i m glad you apreciate my wort it took me 3 days or something...
'we're only as good as our last
and as bad as our next, in all
that we do in life'
I have a feeling, you have a few more 'best creations'
to come, dear poet
thanks again for sharing..
if you enjoy writing
then, keep that mighty pen striving
1 more comment
Wow the imagery you're displaying is so rich! "To parry the sword that swings to reap my soul / Like a wheat ear." Wow, I mean that is so beautiful. I find the central theme a little sad though since it's about the passing of a lover but as you mention, that hope that you'll be reunited one day is fervent. An amazing journey.
Tank you my friend i wasn't sure if others would like my art, i like it a lot i like to read it 2 times evrynowandthen, but now i know it s really good
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