09 October 2008

I Did Not Die

do not stand at my grave and weep
i'm not there and i do not sleep
i'm a thousand winds that blows
i'm the diamond glimpse of snow
i'm the sunlight on ripened grain
i'm the gentle autumn's rain
do not stand at my grave
i am not there and i did not die

13 June 2008

The Sky Is Falling

it's coming down
these clouds could never save me
from such a juggernaut of weight
the shadow is forming on the pavement
the sky is falling

somebody save me
i need to be strong enough
not let fear decide my fate
this terror will fuel my haste
run quickly, run!
the sky is falling

11 May 2008

An Angel Has Spoken

i picture you in a dress you wore last week
when I was there in front of you
did you hear my heartbeat?
fluttering like butterflies searching for a drink
i wish I had the chance to know you more
more than I could know

it was pouring a thousand roses
when you kissed a smile at me
sending me up to the heavens
then i'll still be searching
for the soft whispers of your sight

sometimes days drag on
in this river of ice

incapacitating me inside
i'll be waiting for another day
for the warmth that will thaw me free
if you would touch me then you'd know
i've never felt so lonely till i met you

09 March 2008

Gloomy Sunday

and all is pale
with the rushing shower & swirling steam
exhaling the heat of sorrows
vapours befoul the mirror
cunningly misting the windows
hence clouding the bleak moon

it still tries to gleam
but no, it stays helpless
weighted down so dreadfully
by this amalgam of affliction
leaving a huge smudge
in that ruby red heart

not ever to let go now
in search for bliss
as sorrow will sprout woe
when the day just ain't that fine

25 February 2008

The Day is Fine

the soft sound of winds
caresses her hair
it's so serene
when it dances gently
as tho it's so keen
to sweep her shoulders
off any sorrows unseen

the soft beam, of this evening sun
brings out every life
hidden within her eyes
and now it shines
spelling out every bliss
one could possibly find

when the silence starts to sing
senses are brought to thought
but what does she feel
leaves me to a question
if the day is that fine