How far will we go?

  How far will we go in this love struck amour,

as delicate oranges, standing at the tree which

marks the beginning of life. Do not worry my

moon, when or where, we are the sea and will

always be.

   We are refined with fire, the sadness of

judgments and the howling wolves singing in

unison, will sooth us. The tables have been

served, the goblet full and the crazy laugh, oh

what homicidal sadness caressing our sight.

   The trumpets wheeze with a hypnotic

and musty tune, but we dance floating over the

ocean of dreams until our arrival at the

deserted ends.

   Over strawberries and expressed grapes we

rise, at the same time expiring with so many

needed dreams. You talk to me with out saying

a word and you sing to me with fiery eyes.

 

-Josejo

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

This is amazing!
The writing here is beautiful and absolutely flawless.
Ah, I love it.
"The tables have been
served, the goblet full and the crazy laugh, oh
what homicidal sadness caressing our sight."
I really liked that part.
Adding this to my favorites.
-Elissa

[Jessica M.]

Love the imagery for fruit throughout the poem,
so unusual.

[Nautili]

love your word pictures. Looking forward to reading more of your work.