Fingerprints finely
Sketched on paper thin canvas,
Giant golden leaf
Category poetry
Boomerang
All the things I should have done
Or said or not, comes back to
Haunt my mind like a
Boomerang
Returns from whence
It came, rattling in my brain
Harrassing me whole days and night
Calling out for Love
Love wash over me
Like only love can do
And if I find myself
Alone and blue
Hear my call, oh love
I call out loud for you
Secret
Wind chimes
Sing songs of love –
Secrets
Craving
I want my lover
I want his hands
I want his lips
His sweet kisses
I want his arms
His eyes
His face
His scent
His everything
Empty Bed
I dreamt that I could reach out and touch you
That you were right there next to me
And then I woke up to an empty bed
Red Convertible
He collected her
In his old red sports car
She climbed in beside him
And could taste his presence
So close
And at the same time
Too far away
Smoke
A burning world
Gives birth to
Raging flames
Devouring the earth
And smoking the sky.
Destruction is followed by
Desolation
Until the hunger of the beast
Is satiated.
Only then
After its anger has been quenched
Can peace abound.
Futile
A drought in a foreign land
Wages war against an unsettled peace
While floods in an opposite corner
Drowns hope there was for
Honey
No Resistance
After all that
I’ve been through
Loving you –
Wells of tears
Hopes and fears
Waiting
Dreaming
Hoping
Praying
One look from you
And I melt
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