Like a corpse, incapacitated
I lay
in this tomb
so many years:
suffocated in the stale darkness
without life's pulse
to stir the desiccated bones
of my once vigorous spirit.
Until,
sudden and
quite unforeseen,
I heard your voice once more, like a shard of
light seeping through
a sharp crack in the heavy stone
lid of this sarcophagus, and
Like a corpse, reinvigorated
Once more
I'm living,
revitalised,
and emerge into the world with fresh eyes:
those few warm words
were all it took for you to breathe
life back into this broken soul.
She does not drive by DanielDGriffiths, literature
Literature
She does not drive
The girl I love, she does not drive,
And thus, on foot she must arrive:
Her fair skinned cheek is rosy flushed
When she steps down from off her bus.
She travels often on the train
Come summer sun or autumn rain.
But, whether it is near or far,
She'll not arrive by motorcar
Of all the girls who are alive
She is the last that does not drive.
There once was a little girl with stars in her eyes
Who stared out the window and wished, and dreamed, and hoped.
And oh, how she dreamed, of fantastical lands, mythical beings
Cotton-candy antelopes jumping through space,
Chocolate unicorns and
Cinnamon dragons, leaping, dancing, prancing, flying.
And as she dreamed, she would smile
And the sound of rain would fade away.
It wasn't the biggest smile, and it wasn't the brightest
But it was beautiful.
Oh, so beautiful.
And the girl grew, and soon enough she learned she couldn't dream.
Big girls didn't think silly thoughts.
She wanted to dream, wanted with all her might but
So listen I
I hear a new song, one that pleases my soul
Tis a song of renewal, that doth make me smile
Smile forth with joy, the joy of friendships growth
Away, away, will the joy carry me into forever
What has been is gone, what will be yet to be seen
And I await it with open heart
A new heart now beats within my friend
It was spawned today through a tear eyed test
I stand here now ready to watch white wings take her into a wind's drift
And in it she shall find the solace to mend an ancient painful rift
So I listen to a new song of life
As one, a pair, sharing the love of life.
02-19-2012
En averse d'idées.
Il neige des flocons d'idées
Sur le champ blanc dedans ma tête,
Dans l'intuition sourde et feutrée
D'un empilage de cristaux.
Les formes forgent des pensées
En flou de raison et d'insensé,
En grondement sauvage de bête,
En images naissant de mots.
Le vent, parfois, emporte tout
En poudrerie de ce non-sens
Qui hurle et s'infiltre partout
En volutes, en arabesques.
Des figures restent debout
D'où émergent au vent-debout
Des arêtes perçant les sens
En douloureux emporte-pièces.
Il neige des flocons d'idées
Sur le champ blanc dedans ma tête,
Our love is like a dove
Reaching its wings to a place high above.
But this dove that is so much like our love
Cannot reach those places high above.
It's on the ground
Where it will stay.
It can jump and it can play,
But the joy will cease
And its crown, it will lay.
Under the night sky's moon
We may be together no matter what
Even if the steps be many apart
There is never one past the pale light
So never cry my dear your not alone
Heaven and Earth share the same moon
We will always be together under it
That's my promise to your sweet face
Know one day the steps will be closer
The pale light will shine brighter
And when that time comes I'll hold tight
Your affection never to be forgotten
Under the night sky's moon
Our hearts will be together always