At Mid Morning
At mid-morning my flight I will raise.
Spreading my wings in the sky blue,
I will go so high for my soul to face,
The wind, the clouds and you.Across the sun I will fly,
And my eyes won't hurt the rays.
My soul will go so up and high,
Never be able to reach my face.The warm deserts I will cross by,
And hover on the turquoise sea.
Finding your countenance serene, I'll cry,
Tears of sorrow will fall on thee.At mid-morning my song I will sing.
Heavenly chants of eternal pain.
On the same tower, forever my being,
Will dream of you forever again.At mid-morning I dreamt of you,
Dreaming dreams of never before.
In my wings I carried your soul,
And over that tower I gave you my core.And from above I stared at you,
As you were in my tower standing.
Watching me from the window,
You disappeared with my landing.At mid-morning my tower you fled,
While my soul in the sky wondered.
As my body laid on the bed,
My day-dreams you plundered.Now, I don't fly anymore.
I only feel loneliness and cold.
Now you spread your wings before
My eyes... rampant and bold.At mid-morning my flight I will raise
Spreading my wings in the sky blue.
I will go so high for your soul to face,
The wind, the clouds, me, and you.
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Poems from the Tower (WP Official Pocket Poetry List)
PoesíaI used to write poetry a long time ago. Poems from the Tower is compendium of dreams of love, sorrow and despair. Fantasy and reality converge in these verses to create this collection of poetry, in my attempt to purge away some feelings.