A Woman

Give her a boquet,
those cemetry stolen roses in royal ribbons tied,
and your heart in village hand-wood-box made,
and she shall stride for the death scented flowers,
and leave a treasure rarely found,
for that be a woman..


©2011

Beauty in a Fog

in the early morning chill,
in a hour engulfed in fog,
this beauty by me pass,
through the wetted path,
that lie a victim of an evening
pour,
these my brightened eyes she
barely can see,
her glance dissuaded by this tan
from birth endowed,
and so she walks through the
mud,
away into the sucking fog,
not once a glance behind thrown,
left in fantasy,
thoughts of that flowing natural
hairs,
that dances in the morning wind,
fading away..

©2011

Dear Rain

dear rain that falls ,
see these pale eyes?
see the pain in them runs?
torn eyelids,
many a struggle blows taken,

let your drops splatter on these
brows,
let that cold feel rush down these
lonely cheeks,
drench this pity filled soul,
not a single tear be left salted,
falling waters,
take this helpless body to its
knees,
drown these sorrowful groans,
take away this loners' gloom,
wash the sadness that fogs this
soul,
drain it away into the gulleys
hold..

©2011

Warmth of a Cold Heart

ever seen a sun ray cut through the mist?
ever seen a mirage dance on a rainy day?
ever seen a rainbow after a sand storm?
ever seen a pauper with a queen dine?
i have,
i have seen lillies make love to roses,
i have seen slaves rise above kings,
an empire crumble to an ants march,
seen flakes fall on a summer eve,
i have felt the warmth of a cold heart,
felt the death of hunger on a piece of stale bread,
and to this the joy of a falling tear,
that all the pain away drains,
and goodness did grant this lonely soul,
that of love never had,
untamed,
a charriot on a broken wheel,

take my sight and see my side,
to those slopes behind lie,
to the streams down flow,
a world to which i fall..

©2011