If I stare long and hard
Will my eyes melt
Under the blazing sun
That peeps into my backyard?
I can then discard
Every dream and start my being afresh.
But are these dreams in my eyes
Or are they my heart's reward?
If I close my eyes and stop this thought
For a while or two
Will my eyes then stop
The teary onslaught?
I can then go on and never halt
At the shady path my memories tread.
But are these tears in my eyes
Or are they my heart's reward?
3 comments:
Sorry, I'd got the wrong language tape on in my mind the first time I enter the comment! Now in English:
The soft syrup of pain flows slowly from your words!
The broken heart lets its deep ache drips slowly not knowing where it hurts more... if into the pleats of the soul or on the surface of the spirit.
You are a consummated knitter of beautiful poetry!
Thank you!
Thank you! :)
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