Saturday 19 September 2015

Mr. Writer

Pushing you aside protecting 
your visions for 
a wishful future
so kind- like this violet veil 
you write in your poems for-

In the middle of the night  
this bright white silver sunlight 
-the moon reflects-
fills the gaps between the lines 


A flawless river of 
a whole eternity 
waits to be discovered. Dis_ covered.
To unveil the truth twice.

Personal. Judged. Mental.
Fluent
Motion and emotions 
-and Goodbyes.
The bridge that tear apart.


With the emblem of the writer on the hand 
tempting 
and
apologetic