Thoughts In Velen

Thoughts In Velen

A Poem by Dannie von Österreich

My heart has leapt, it's fled,
I don't know where it's gone.
But still I linger to listen,
to all of your ramblings-on.

My chest is filled with rust,
drowned in pallid hatred, cruel,
Sensations of life are missing there,
but your words are plenty full.

I have but nothing when you're quiet,
though when you speak I roam.
My eager joy just lays in waiting,
for when your mind comes home.

I am all these old dusty things,
that sit in attics, leaking rain.
Forgotten till the moment arrives,
when you bring sun to summer grain.

O' my heart has flown, it's left,
I don't know where it's hidden.
But still I always stay to hear,
in case you ask I'll listen.

Words escape my meager thoughts,
to tell you what I seem to know.
I don't say, but I love you, brother,
though all of that, I bury and grow.





© 2020 Dannie von Österreich


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Added on January 5, 2020
Last Updated on January 5, 2020
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Dannie von Österreich
Dannie von Österreich

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