words create worlds
I wish you could have comprehended the light that crosses our conjoined veins I wish you could have felt its music, the magic chords of harmony we sought. I wish you could have known that words can only keep us far, aloft… I wish you could have heard the tears embedded in my silence.
Words falling like the tear drops hanging on the strings of hopes, words you never knew before falling deep into your core. Would you take them in your heart? Would you wrap them in some art you are calling poetry just to fight their bigotry? Sounds that sound like loving waves hidden in
still light inside the foggy times still there and here still now and then still is the eye which sees your unsettling thirst for the sun
Clear sky smiling in the light… sun calling out the spring… the whiteness of the snow unveils… the shadows of your tree.
This Sunday’s quietude clears the space The sky’s light burns every scam in mind (waiting for anything, in limbo states, desires, expectations, stupid plans, a chain of words that paves reality) A green-white-golden peace Fills the air that I breathe. This Sunday’s spotless sky Reminds me of a mountain, The clear encompassing vision
Worlds of Words 