Eternity Comes Only Once by sesam-is-open, literature
Literature
Eternity Comes Only Once
...In a dream of eternal youth
with beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,
dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selena
in a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;
...In that unique poem when love
shines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,
weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobweb
in a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;
...In a cold afternoon of December
with memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,
melting everlasting snows that floods the time,
paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire whic
When everything comes alive
a sweet song surround my heart
and beyond the sadness and insecurity,
I start to fly on the wings of grace
calling the name of Joy.
Hoping that generosity of the Universe
will caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,
I let my emotions to spread in a special dance
and like a beautiful dream of the beginning,
the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.
I'm still flying and without fear,
I feel my wings translucent like a dragonfly
and in my ears, a pale voice whisper:
"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,
as long as you are able to fly over your pain
and find the miracle of Sprin
Questioning the Security by KaleidoscopeKirin, literature
Literature
Questioning the Security
When all of this passion
was just being born
I was only a child
spinning in a circle
listening delightedly
to the footfalls of her feet
At the beginning
I was only desperately
clinging to the pieces
I could capture with a click
hoping they could hold me
steady when the lights dimmed
It started out as only
words to release feeling
when I was intent on
escaping my surroundings
they were words to give
a lonely soul some company
Now my passion is blossoming
a flower with delicate petals
questioning the timing
the security in opening
its bright eyes to see vitality
showing the world truest beauty
Every Journey Has An Ending by sesam-is-open, literature
Literature
Every Journey Has An Ending
If I would have nine lives,
maybe in one of them,
I would smile to a star called Desire,
which appears from time to time on the sky of an unknown planet,
to make life brighter.
With eight lives, I would think I'm so rich,
that I would be able to find that wonderful legendary golden dragon
and with generosity,
maybe he would protect me from emptiness.
With seven lives,
I would be so proud by my beauty,
that maybe I would forget
that you can not live so long without having a doubt.
With six lives,
I would turn the ashes of the Universe in diamonds
and maybe all known or unknown eyes,
would see the light.
With five lives,
maybe
Shhh...
Listen...
Do you hear it?
rustling trees,
buzzying bees,
summer breeze
someone's sneeze...
voice of street,
hearts that beat
people breathe,
then repeat
Rhythm set free:
one two three
one two three
hear the song
dance with me
There's melody in my mind
Magical melody, murmuring, moody
Musical mystical moving melody
There's melody in my mind
But shh....
Listen...
I'll tell you a secret.
I cannot sing.
Imagine that feeling.
Those tones frozen between your mind and mouth, that melody you can't express.
Imagine one of those songs that give you goosebumps, that clutch your heart and make you cry "Yes! Yes, that's it!"
Imagine yo
The forgotten gods can't stand the light
where the shadows used to fall
The Death is called brother of Sleep, the last of the Free.
She calls the crows to the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank.
Sagrada Familia queuing to step down from heaven...
In every leaf, every tear
hidden hunter's remorse
Lost between hell and paradise, between time and space,
Immense silence after the ice has melted.
Unforget...
No echo of my footsteps... It's time to run away.
A heart of steel is always the weakest.
NOTE: The poem should have the shape of a tree, but the new dA layeout messed it up. Please follow the link in the author's comments to see it in its intended form. Thank you!
In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe
A tender leaf curled in the seed, an idea that would be freed
I dream of branches: branches tall; for the stars bright to play in night
Of my crown reaching to the clouds, my leaves of light a splendid sight