Cool Bird

A solitary turtledove, immersed into the warm light of the sunset.

100

You are one hundred
Trees I’ll never climb
The greediness of time
Took all their shapes away

You are one hundred
Poems I won’t declaim
The thoughts and the sounds
That lead my mind to sway

You are one hundred
Dreams still to be claimed
One hundred notes
In a song that I won’t play.

Out of sight

Your eyes clearer
Then one million words
Out of sight
From now on

Music shines
Melodies renew
Playing the scars
Won’t let them hush

Unanswered call
An endless fall
A distant point
That’s what I am

Blindfolded soul
Patiently waiting for
The first day of
The rest of my life.

Hey lover

Hey lover
Your ring is
Still in my drawer

Hey baby
My life is
Still in your hands

Hey angel
My dream goes
Over and over

Hey lover
My time is
too short to pretend.

Fuel for fire

Wild fire
Through veins
Scorching

One thought
The spark
Unpredictable

Mind fights
Target hit
Accurate

Love fuel
Heart takes
Unexplained.

The dragon

Tired muscles prominent
Under my thickened skin
Colored scales stained
Damp blood that shines like tin

This cave is now my home
Away from silly fights
This darkness is my nurse
Hiding my terror sights

A rain of arrows falling
Would just have felt like straws
But I removed my armor
And they pierced to the bones

I trusted in his protection
My rider couldn’t lie
Now I crave for salvation
I’ll heal alone or die.

No hidden meaning, just a fantasy game… 😉

Hope leaves

When someone falls out of love with you
Because of who you are

It becomes difficult to keep alive the hope

That someone can still fall in love with you
Because of who you are.

Two hearts

The cold glow of distant fires
Can’t turn my soul into ashes
Because never and forever
Are the words we’ll never own

In the scent of a thin air
Now I can slow down the pace
And I let my walls collapse
In a tired wake of rage

Two hearts beating and one beat
No more wishes to be made
Then I blow the light away
And our music starts to fade.

Against the wall

Curiosity is over
Challenged by time
Passion has gone
Lost in a rhyme

Internet lovers
Easy to find
Against a wall
Craze of our times

“A serial thriller”
And no more to take
Between your pictures
Just new hearts to break.

Summer wine

Fresh summer wine
I let your charm in
My head starts spinning
Her smile is clean

Lips busy, exploring
Won’t break the silence
These unspoken poems
Are all that we need

Sweet summer wine
Hot burning skins
Thoughts synchronize
To the rhythms within

I embrace the truth
Of your half-closed eyes
A world of our own
Where I will not lie.