breathaking, soothing smile
with these messy teeth and
that crooked smile.
breathless as i lay down,
until we start our departure,
to the land of the lost.
the precious fish and the blind fox,
strangling our crow and
crying roses torn apart.
where the rivers run wild,
and the rainless sky is
a never ending dusk.
last time i could touch your squeleton.
let all the time runs free,
and the dance continue until
our end.
i dream of oniric realities,
and cry for dreams that we lost the sight of.
i dream of soft souls,
i wish for the fish to fly through the sky,
for the mouse to sleep with its belly full,
for the spider to sew her web,
until the departure of cells.
for when our ego will forget itself
and reborn into the night,
then we could let go,
of the hurt.
i wish for life to dance forever and never.
where the sky is a forever dusk,
and a shifting constellation.
smile a little more for me,
as i let my dreams
wander in my mind.
VOUS LISEZ
Petit Recueil de Mots
Poetryécrire pour soi, pour la douceur et la douleur, pour mettre ses joies et ses maux en mots. recueil de poèmes et de proses, en français ou en anglais. un peu de tout.
