The north wind did not manage to wipe away the sin from the tormented body
tried desperately to dress the naked, ruthless wind penetrated the marrow
in a shout of chills
hands trembling like leaky branches
the cramp was thrown back into a dark room
in a childhood friend described
the pale blue cold whispers stubbornly
sucking the power out of whining body
a virtue buried
It was you and your intrusion that created the image
firmly etched shape of an icicle
Yes, scream the chorus in fierce heart’s struggle
It was the rebel in an infrastructure that took the sharpened pen
similar to a historical form
in a war that began
and never ended.
A moment away from a turn
on a page’s stubborn question
the hardest thing that caused a trauma to reveal
wakes up for a day
when the day falls like rays
tickles a thought
letting it slowly be to dawn
once I sing with ease a song
that was written
and of silence given.
Just a moment away
do I want to exist
in one of the vicinity
let that lost sea of love
rinse over the beauty that you gave
the power of the earth is the soul that sweeps in
the spirit of a body
which creates the aspect of a day
where the light of the night
guides the sun’s first kiss.
Love as the aspect
of running forward
for the purpose
not yet known
as a call to recall
the essence of truth.
Conceptual presence for the latter thought
as an anchoring created
in its conditional aspect
a brace for the utilized form
wherein magic is made.
is now leaving
dared to approach
a moment of awakened trust
we met behind our limitations
in a breathtaking blink
the universe spoke
and turned itself inside out.
The door was always close and still you chose to stay
ignoring the possibility of change
as you wrestle with the demons of your own and drowning in the arms of death
still the whispering stands still as a door
and you see the key
infront of your unreachable mind.
When everything rages and disappears
going, gone in a memory
I turn around and walk away
nothing supports a genuine tone
nothing left to collect
nothing to prevent
but the time
to travel away into.
Honesty found its absolute virginity
in the eyes of the ocean
where the source converges
with earth’s interior.
The limitless conditions of magic
Grows into the reality
that only exists in
the possibility of a free fall.