with my winter eyes,
in the oblivion I prefer--
into the heart of the night
I watch you bring me baskets of kisses
waterfalls of laughter
birds of joy
carrying off my sadness
your storm of love
unleashes the boats of anguish
that were moored to my empty days
over the desert of my heart
your kisses break and spread
like raindrops of life
I could die for your happiness,
happiness that tastes
like a plum in the mouth
into the bitter winter of my soul
you enter like Spring into the cherry tree
and my body breaks into blossom
Autumn Nights
An Arts Guild
 |
Reply
|
|
||||
|
||||||
|
|
|
|