Until I heard your song again

A short poem on longing

Tomorrow you won’t be mine

I know where it will hurt the most I know when, and how Yet I am holding on to a hope, A little more hope for now Even if this love feels so clear in sight I know tomorrow you won’t be mine   It burns and hurts in sweet pains I long, I sob…

Hosanna!

I A song from a distant radio Unveils a time gone by Or words woven tastefully Unlock an old key of memories A brooding violin sings Unbuttons the bosom of sorrow A slight touch on the fret Undresses a wound forgotten II I hear a prelude every morn When the breeze plays A bird then…

Feel what I feel?

Emotion is like a double-edged sword, you bleed as much as you rejoice. And often you get drenched in a downpour of your own choice.   Feeling is like a bird that sings songs of love and war It sits on the pavement of your heart and echoes deep and far.   Sensation is like…