There's a transparent ocean inside your eyes opalescent like rivers on windshields brush strokes of autumn rain and sapphires in the gulfs of its tide turbulently serene untied azures breathlessly deep burning hearth in a twilight growing colder like Fur Elise, submerged into a verse painted sheets in caffeine and a stereo singing blues whilst you danced timid and sheen swirling glitters on sleeves frozen diamonds of grief and butterflies on your lavalier lilies and bluish kisses on my shore and off you go unseen like wind out of reach merrily fading and that's enough, enough to me to breathe.
I remembered you last night, sunken in tea leaves, melted and reminisced in the fragrance of a town at dusk yellow apartments twinkle along the sleepy hills of a street gasping from a long day fallen to murmurs undulating distance of shady myrtles and a snoring child on the balcony cot cloaked in kisses of an exhaling sea scent of primroses kneading my heart far across the bay of eclipsed moths dancing in light on hushed aisles an ambling kitten twitching the tail to a shivering bush meandering through the mist someone singing an old song, laughing halfway fading in the air a swing swaying slowly in the wind rolling drapes and falling snow moonlight tucking silent rooftops around our stories and then you came, like those fireflies flames of memories over my lashes and I can't remember your name in a passing sight though I knew you, and your scent still, a lilting laughter shall lit my path till I find you in the darkling woods and I'll wake again aching like a poet.
It's been a long time since I went to the beach, to inhale the wilderness of the sea, and the affection of a mother. the saltiness of its breeze brushes past my forehead every night. I hear it's ceaseless rustle throughout the sleep, it's calling me. The mossy pavements and the lurching hornbeams waved at me as I descended the steps to it's haven. Thickened cattails danced in solitude, to a cantabile of the distant plovers, and splintered hues of the dawning winked over the grooves of aged boulders. Maroon clay tiles of the brick houses hosted flocks of pelicans to receive a gentle sun, for years of saline kisses fainted it's limewashed walls. An apron was in slumber on a clothesline stretched along the bay laurels, as the vessels quavered in the dock of the breathing sea. An old shadow was sailing in memories as his hook was diving to find a sustenance. Someone held the palms closer for another long sigh, watching the boats in the boundless azures, as the clouds reminded the polka dots in her favourite sundress. Just like the anchors that moor the trawlers to the pier, I held her thoughts in a heart that became fragile in the flaking rust. As the fibre strings of an abandoned net, they're entwined in the depth of the sea within. A fisherman passed with a heavy mackerel, grinning like a victor. Everyone has a sea to brave on each fleeting day. The sea kept coming back with another tide, taking back all the debris, I felt lighter and lighter in the fading debris of pain on my shore along with the waves. As I sat on a stone bench stained with mold, casts of crabs rushed along the sand to find it's home. I asked the sea, I'm nobody! who are you? With another milky kiss to my temples, it whispered; I'm life! sail in it.
Do you taste cardamoms in the river flown along the minnows in depth merged in shards of luminous silvers sieves of mornings in pouring light cast above the pastures of almonds kissing our feet as we sleep on hills to raining sparrows, wakes our shell heaved again to the cave of dwams crowded streets and blinking lanterns all the laughter in an eve of summer late night chatters on moonlit terraces flaxen windows of assorted dwellings sunburnt hues in the brows of peasants swinging children in an oaken grove like transient raptures, they'll evanesce paving path to the coldest crystals of falling frost, in the milky distance in that shivering blanket, mantle the joys leaving merrier verses to gloomy days.
Did I forget something Some childhood dreams and some bird screams Some summer games In the sunny flames Some heart bond shadows In the stream water shallows Some grandma stories the half slept glories
Some kings and queens and some garden beans Some open skies of stellar spread calmest flow of moonlight thread Some bunch of bees humming high and the happy birds on farthest sky Scary palms over the sloppy hill evil spells that make you still Some crying storms over rainy night sobbing clouds and thunder fright Some wildest fruits on the mossy shrub purple mouths that make you rub
Did I lose something Something lost its life on my tale pocket machines sing me songs Sweeter is where lullabies belong Searching memories lost on the trail Lost is more of an innocent face and a soft heart in case.
And you appeared in chiseled shadows far away in the wild, an afterglow to my heart that slipped into a fathomless abyss of the fleeting moments I stood there, till the sycamores wavered in the breath of a setting sun and canaries filled the dusky heaven in echoed chimes of the dying light something was strange today, the cold breeze brushing past my face had numbed my senses, and the scent of a distant lover unsettled my inner storm, the floor beneath my feet seemed to be washed away in an ocean. I wasn't scared to leave her, oblivion haunted me the most. To forget her in the tempest, to die as a stranger. I'm old as a hill, for time laughs at me like a mischievous kid hiding my prayers in its pocket as I seek her in the dust. To each fading moments, I corrode, collapsed into shards of a crystal carafe, and somewhere in the voids, her memories starts to faint. her name, the hessonite in her sight, daffodils in the swaying curls, they all become dust in the dunes of an infinite vacuum. Though in that blank emptiness, I hear her singing, an unknown rhythm to my feeble hearing. When I meet her across the sea as a stranger, she'll know me with that song, and I'll keep singing it over and over again not to forget the rhythm being lost in the howling winds.
Would you fall like rain on my siesta tracing sunbeams on window sills silken splatter of lukewarm pearls on sheeny sleeves of sleeping towns tinkling marbles on midsummer straw displeased purr of a stargazed chartreux scudding mist of afternoons on rooftops last drop of cranberries in a sherbet stains of fading russets on maple fields buttermilk and bee stings on my lips sound of a sea rustled along the trees fading wails of violas circling cypresses flowy muscatel in a rustic hourglass smeared honey on a bruised heart hallucinations! I adore your ruthless myth for I'm free in your summer, like a finch to cross the divide of fainted miseries and harpoons of fate to hunt my wings In those tangled reveries, we aren't apart In stories, you and I are withered daisies though in my ballads, I'm that romeo who still lives with his Juliet.
I wished as I wandered, while billows of antiseptic numbness rushed into my sedated nostrils past the low gleams of fluorescent hallways mute murmurs of destiny another drop of dextrose have merged into my veins melted into an infinity like the hazelnuts in her eyes disappeared into the wilderness of my ventricles I wished if we met, all over again in a twinkle as two tawny strangers below the weeping willows amidst the scattered silvers of a leeward setting twilight thence, we would still laugh at our sundae whiskers and your twirling tresses, amorphous in a williwaw and we'll saunter the hills of shivering bluebells to find our sunset dimming over a dusty graveyard thence, I would tell you nothing yet tears would roll quietly on your sight in a silence leaving you there, in the haze of a last breath and, I'll become a stranger fallen into betrayals again I would leave just a prayer to farthest bluish heavens 'where are thou my lord, have you forgotten me?' and a wind shall touch me, roses will shower their fragrances on me.
A wind howls in my ears faintly crying, a laughter before dawn and a gentle sigh of falling dusk A sea kisses my tired lashes slow shivers of coral waves breath of salt and distant isles A night sings to my sorrows stillness of stars yellow lamps and dying moths A morning hugs my memories silver shadows in its rivers diving deep and so cold.
ARRIVEDERCI by lovenotes_from_carolyn And I'll shed not a tear for this town, not a one When I think of the way it defiled my young son How it stole from his smile, how it tore and it stung I'll shed not a tear, not a one
There'll be no love lost when we leave this damned city My thoughts are infernal, dear friend, they're not pretty Though these words that I weave, they may rhyme and sound witty There will be no love lost on this city
I'm not looking back when we leave this cruel place May it always recall the contempt on my face For all that it stole, I can never replace Nay, I'm not looking back on this place
Now hear this, you hell-hole, for I've so much to tell Though you tried to destroy him, my son shall be well He'll pick up the pieces, move on, and won't dwell He's no longer ensnared by your spell
My anxiety sits in a corner Of my mind room, Hidden inside That white elegant closet...
Don't tell me that I'm strong Until you've seen me broken down, Falling apart, Again and again Crying until the tears are no longer To come...
Don't tell me that I'm lovely Until you've seen what nights Are like and the terror That sometimes possess me. Seen me sob and tremble And question "Why me?" Until I run out of air And collapse..
Don't tell me that I'm beautiful Until you've seen the marks Etched in my skin And the ones on the inside, On my heart, That I hide...
Don't tell me that I'm a wonderful person Until I shut you out completely And push you away Because I promise myself That you're just like the rest And you'll get tired of me too...
But if you've seen that other part of me, The scars, pain, insecurities and bitterness That I hide, the voice that whisper during the day And scream during the night.. The darkness lurking behind my smile, And you still stay by my side And think me truly beautiful, Then maybe.. Just maybe... I believe you..