honey-dipped

[burning_acid]

pack of marlboro lights
and the last book of
gabriel garcía márquez;
your eyes spreading
radiant light
and your vagabond life –
at the same spot as mine

as we talk about
wars and people's
slaughterhouse-5
behavior,
i wanna grab your hand
and hold it strong
forever
/or at least
the spring has come
and flooded us with life & color/

and then you give
a sight away –
you no longer are
on a children's merry-go-round,
but at the end of every
children's game
and star-dust laughter

it's this simplicity,
surrounding us from
woods & clouds & flowers,
the calmness
of the stone-built monastery
and the
straw nests of the storks
that make us liberated
and not bearing malice
for a while

our broken smiles
from broken loves
and memories of happier times
correspond
to the broken window
of the clouds
and the rain starts pouring soft,
sinking into our
clothes and souls

are we now a walking dream –
the incarnation of
all our desires?
do we sleep while
dreaming life,
or is life our dream and nightmare
while we aren't sleeping?

dusk at seven and warm in bed
at eight -
your presence near
is all i wanted
to forget about the madness
of the world
...


~ for Danny

[black embrace_f]

do we sleep while
dreaming life,
or is life our dream and nightmare
while we aren't sleeping?


...beautiful...and sad...but true!!! :)
Well done!!! [heart__]