I Like to Describe Things

Just, y'know, me describing things.

For what I could not place a price,

nor measure its value in numbers,

this perfect serenity,

which I could trade for nothing.

 

 

 

The stillness of air, which outlasts

joys and sorrows alike,

and are valued at nothing

in comparison to the flawless quiet.

The silence in which I draw nervous breaths,

and promise contented sighs.

 

 

 

Within the wooden frame,

the trapped reflection watches mutely.

She, who I relay my secrets to,

who looks as confident as I,

    who has never won

     a battle of words,

wish I could be.

Though, she can only stare longingly,

as I drift through the life,

that she would've lived.

 

01-09-09

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[Sasha]

"Within the wooden frame,

the trapped reflection watches mutely.

She, who I relay my secrets to,

who looks as confident as I,

who has never won

a battle of words,

wish I could be.

Though, she can only stare longingly,

as I drift through the life,

that she would've lived."

~ Izumiko, this final stanza is my favourite if this poem
it is quite haunting, and beautifully penned, my friend
*hugs*
Sasha xx