Symbolically the richest of my poems! Everything means something :)
Still
Stars hang in the sky
Visible with the sun
No air to turn blue
I cannot stay dry
But no reason to run
So the stream in the city
Paused, silent, still,
Ran from the ocean
Powers the old mill
And taken no pity
One beautiful moment
In time standing still
Seen, but not believed
A destiny conceived
With paper and quill.
One beautiful place
Has the strongest will
I see only your face
Standing, frozen, still.
Hanging Over His Head Hanging over his head are Half-conjured images of desires, Of a rose in a shire, Whose outlook is dire, Of doves flying home, That never grow tired. Hanging over his head A golden field of wheat And a line of red...
Unfabricated He arose from his bed With a sense of dread As his desires faded His dream already dead Simply fabricated She smiles at me Like Jack does at Rose Like how water flows So very smoothly But it's all fabricated Her kiss is a...
Missing Here I lay in the earth Only one of 7 billion One in a hundred Millions die and millions live Soon to be trillion In this place of mirth And filled with dread What can I give? There is a distant ceiling In a room with no doors And...