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…

Drops of April rain

This memory too shall pass like drops of April rain The one that agonizes my world and on my soul it reigns   So then what will it be? If not a reminiscence Will it be a passing thought Or just that shallow fragrance?   This story too shall remain untold And scattered in pieces…

I will build

Crush me with your goodness Walk on the ruins of my sins Watch me tumble down From the rumbles again I will build Shatter me with the weight of your charities Debase me from the pedestal of your pride Defeat me with every sound logic From the pieces of my respect, I will build Mortify…

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…