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My heart is pale and frail
even hidden in its aquarelle shell
a poor... wounded, torn sail
restrained by life, already a ghostly vessel
dying slowly on the sand-banks of dreamland
nothing but a castaway
far away from homeland
forever lost
never to return, not without a cost
Violet thunder storms wreck the rest of him
soaked in agate tears... now it's just my unscaled hymn
barely floating in the mourning twilight
I wait for a trace of moonlight
to feel the mirrored sea-sky again, without anymore pain
yet, I cannot leave in such heavy rain
with this black hole tearing me apart
I guess... I'll wait a bit longer for more stars
I guess... I'll wait a bit longer for my heart
*K
MARCH
*Y
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even hidden in its aquarelle shell
a poor... wounded, torn sail
restrained by life, already a ghostly vessel
dying slowly on the sand-banks of dreamland
nothing but a castaway
far away from homeland
forever lost
never to return, not without a cost
Violet thunder storms wreck the rest of him
soaked in agate tears... now it's just my unscaled hymn
barely floating in the mourning twilight
I wait for a trace of moonlight
to feel the mirrored sea-sky again, without anymore pain
yet, I cannot leave in such heavy rain
with this black hole tearing me apart
I guess... I'll wait a bit longer for more stars
I guess... I'll wait a bit longer for my heart
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Literature
Is This Love?
Okay,
I think I finally found out what love is.
Is it when,
The sight of her,
Turns your heart,
To her element.
If so, iron man you got some competition,
Because I’m in the position to fly,
No suit needed.
When she isn’t around my heart is bleeding.
I just, want her and only her.
We can fight til morning,
But please don’t leave,
If you do, at least,
Punch a hole,
Through my soul,
So in my next life,
I will still have your imprint,
But while we are still living this one,
I want you close, no space for an indent.
We can have fun together,
Whether or not the weather is kind.
The harsh sun couldn’t burn
The galaxies I see
Literature
Longing
Missing you
is forsaking
the cooler side of the pillow
for the side that remembers
the impression of your cheek
and the soft smell of your hair.
It's reveling
in the butterfly thrill
of your gentle embrace,
but aching to close
the Rubin-vase distance
that separates us.
It's the difference between
the sound of your silver Corolla
as you pull to a stop
in my cul-de-sac
and the way it sounds
when you leave.
It's weaving "I love you"
into every word,
every touch,
every song,
short of actually saying it.
But the thing is,
I don't know
how much longer I can go
without saying it.
Literature
In Her Embrace
The room is dim, but soft is candlelight.
Soon outmatched by her radiance.
For the glow in her soul exiles the shadows
And brightens the opaque path of night.
She is truly the light on the darker side of me,
The ghosts and demons of my nightmares
Lay vanquished by her smile
In her embrace, I surrender.
Her whispering breath speaks of serenity
And in her eyes, I see eternity.
There is a sense of belonging in her embrace,
Those three oft-repeated words abridged in one kiss.
The faintest feeling is felt at first sight
Only to fade in a heartbeat
But the feeling can come back, and before you realise it
You cannot go back...and never want to.
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