A Blue Jug of Fresh Desires

Is what we call the soul worthy of love?

Can what is known as hate

become loneliness?

The seconds that slip out of

the lids are no longer

love stolen from the deaf-mute hope.

Give me your heart, let me feel

the softness of your touch,

let me feel your lemon lips

offering me a lost kiss.

Many years have passed since

the first meeting of our senses,

from the unification of

divergent feelings.

Yesterday evening started with

giving names to our

most beautiful thoughts.

When a poisonous gaze pierces

my stony skin, when the worried future

suddenly returns, I will learn

to live slowly, without complaint.

No, I'm not afraid of unfamiliar

dreams. I count the stars

in your sky, not one of them is mine.

Is it worth fighting for a whisper

if the scream is so solemn?

Look at your own sky. Do you see

the rainbow in bloom,

the source of which lies in my heart?

I bring you a blue jug of fresh desires.

Will you share the truth with me,

the last one in this extinct garden?

Let eternity come back,

let the moments when I drank

the darkness from the lips

of the evening come back.

I miss memories you built your home in.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Magnificent poetic expression in this write. Stanzas which touch the heart of this reader. A real feeling of losing out to what once was and is surely missed.
Great work.

Chris

[Weeping willow]

Love the emotion within your words.Look at your own sky. Do you see the rainbow in bloom. The source of which lies in my heart. Wonderful expression ;-}