Sit & finger
things that are
left behind
that I find
cause to remind
me of you
touch of scent
intoxicates
reintegrates
permeates
every moment
reality manifesting
memory reshaping
destiny
it is all in
the timing
of hurting

when it counts
do not think
nothing is special
different loves
at different times
I could tell
you that your smile
is a sun
following me

a dying star
illuminating
the dark day/ze
lightening between
pouring rains
heat making water
evaporate
I could say
that we are
sacred flesh
 imprisoning bones
clay of the earth
decayed
here to give birth
to what remains
of our pasts
I could scream

to hold on tight
while it lasts
because time
it moves forward
in a straight line
yet,
here we are now
struggling
with forever
wrestling
with each other
leaving us
with never
knowing we can
do much better
 dying to try
  to remember
our souls before
they were sold
down the river.

Advertisements
Comments
  1. Beautiful….love the last line!

  2. URL says:

    … [Trackback]

    […] There you will find 7729 more Infos: zenspeaknine.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/writing-of-witch-nothing-is-spoken/ […]

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s