My poetry

The sighs of silence...

I wish I were a phone at times,
To have you speak to me.
To whisper sweet words in your ear
And hear you breathe gently.

I wish I were a ring of gold,
To stay upon your skin.
To keep you wherever you go,
To say with you I’ve been.

I wish I were the cross you wear,
To hang between your breasts.
To hear each beating of your heart,
My soul may be at rest.

I wish I were a silver pin,
That you keep in your hair.
To breathe your fragrance all day long,
No greater joy I’d bear.

I wish I were the air you breathe,
So I could make you say,
And every sweetest word you’d speak,
I’d take your breath away.

I wish...

Surrounded by a thousand souls, I cannot hear their laughter,
in the crowd, i feel her tears, drowned out by the chatter,
Her face downcast, her eyes set forth a torrent of her pain,
I watch her standing by herself, my will begins to wane.

A child of the sun, she usually laughs and sets the world ablaze
her sun is eclipsed, it starts to rain, her mind becomes a haze.
Whence has gone the joy she had, I feel her heart is bleeding
too young for love and yet too old, there is aught she is needing.

Alone amidst a sea of hearts, hers is the one that cries,
she looks up, into my eyes, make haste before she dies.
I wrap my hands around her soul and put it to my mind
her essence cries out a slow lament, i fear what I should find.

Melancholy has taken in, a torment to her heart,
She leans against my chest and weeps, my world just fell apart.
"How do I stem this pain dear child? I wish to see you smile,
''Just say my name, it is your voice, which helps keep me alive...'

Alone

He is the song that silence sings,
an empty echo in the deep.
Of hate and sorrow he is wrought,
blood from his broken wings do seep.

The world of men is not for him,
and heaven wants him not.
betrayed and broken, left for dead,
for both worlds had he fought.

The ink that issues from his tears,
from his soul he did pry.
To write the story of his fall,
hear the shadow angel cry.

Behold the face of death and sigh,
upon wings of darkness, fall and die,
for whom the bells of heaven ring,
hear the shadow angel sing...

Sing for me Kulundra.

Kulundra