Friday, March 18, 2011
In Cimmirian Winds
The frozen stream of my realm
took a deep breath
and chants welcome the morn with calm
peace soothed the core
of my feed up soul
The casting of light beams
took over the darkish dim
A dramatic scene sparkling...
at the edge of my wearing lashes
So many of them
danced with the doves...
stained by the strain of my silence
In a kick of the tide,
I sit my concealing heart
so intensely wounded
I dreamt within my solitary dream
hoping my amber eyes
found solace with a springtime's grace
But,sadly,the very core of my sighs
shouted it was all a murky guise...
Hands closed tightly and fractured,
fighting against simple desires...
that can't be mine.
How long still I would wait,
immersed here in Cimmerian winds,
challenging the violent windstorm
for a little smile beyond the norm?