if you show me your wet mouth
if you open it and speak
if you plant a seedy doubt
in this heart so strangely weak
then your mouth shall be taken
by this tongue that forgives time
and your heart will awaken
and beating shall become mine
Tag: poem
An Old Heartbreak
I am back…
The conundrum lasts…
There is no answer.
Broken bones into casts.
Broken hearts scatter into dust.
The wind has no mercy.
It does what it must –
And I keep hearing it…
The worst is the limited joy,
It shines delightful and true
Then it succumbs, it breaks,
Fool me, nothing’s new.
Broken joy scatters as it will.
What can I wilfully save?
The wind is blowing cold,
Time never forgave.
What should I offer?
How do I find what I seek?
When can I hope?
Why is joy so delicate, so weak?
Knowledge of me shatters inward.
Am I but a mind not heart?
Was this sundering
A reason enough to start?
The moon dies again.
She cannot help tonight.
The wind is so damn strong,
There’s no will left to fight.
I hear the echoing voice,
To it my hope I forsake,
I am back,
Whispers an old heartbreak.
Expensive Chocolate
If I think of all the earlier times,
Of all the dried tears, of all the mixed rhymes,
When I sit and listen quiet to thought,
To all the blissful dreams innocence brought,
The hopes that felt lost somewhere in prayer,
Futures predicted by some soothsayer,
Fathers who seemed to loom so dark and large,
Or those who sold loving words for a charge,
Sailboats guided by dragons in the rain,
Cold nights of love and colder nights of pain,
Ailing mothers who took away sorrow,
Sisters who bravely gave their tomorrow,
Lovers who came, came and crushed all desire,
Feeding worn faith to a funeral pyre,
Grandparents who spoke of idyllic days –
In short, life’s each ephemeral phase.
I remain wide-eyed and alone.
Derelict and silent. A tombstone.
Quietly sipping expensive chocolate,
Thinking about will, wondering about fate.
Hearts Still Care 
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