I have strange notions
About love,
Those that might seem
Offensive.
But I love
Dawn, dusk, night
And wolf and Satan
At different times
With different Intensities.
------
We have not
changed
A bit.
From caves, stones
And fire,
We have moved to
Guilt, ego and
Aspirations.
----
We are
Not Lovers.
We are wheels
Spinning
Of Fate,
Who meet in every
Lifetime
To seem Familiar
To each other.
---
The winter missed
Drizzling nights,
The Rain longed for
The stillness of
Summer afternoons.
The vicious circle
Of longing
Never stops for
Anyone alive.
----
That we learn to
Fight with our
Scariest fears
Once more ;
I dream of cities
turning to
Mad Jungles.
---
For some reason
I climbed up to the
Mountain.
I took the river's way, down.
Just born
Yet Deceptive,
Like grown up rivers.
That way never found the sea.
Comments