Time's a thief,
a stench of truth.
And moments are the dust in your eyes.
Sometimes, racing past you
Sometimes carrying you with itself.
Can you catch this dust?
Dust, that sometimes decorates your porcelain skin
as glitter around your eyes?
Dust, that at other times hypnotizes you
causing an episodic fugue?
Can you catch that dust?
Will you promise to catch this dust for me
and save in a jar called Nothing?
Will you promise love, not to label this star-dust?
and let it be OURS, forever...
1.12.12, 12:20 am.
a stench of truth.
And moments are the dust in your eyes.
Sometimes, racing past you
Sometimes carrying you with itself.
Can you catch this dust?
Dust, that sometimes decorates your porcelain skin
as glitter around your eyes?
Dust, that at other times hypnotizes you
causing an episodic fugue?
Can you catch that dust?
Will you promise to catch this dust for me
and save in a jar called Nothing?
Will you promise love, not to label this star-dust?
and let it be OURS, forever...
1.12.12, 12:20 am.
Namaste sister, I found myself reading the poem over and over again. This is a most beautiful poem, well constructed and very imaginative, thank you for sharing. Top it all off with a love ballad from Joni and you have a fantastic post.
ReplyDeleteIn Lak'ech, sister Bani, prosper with love live with excitement...
Glad you enjoyed reading it! =)
DeleteThis is great! Though it's been quite a while you wrote a poem, right? :)
ReplyDeletethanks... yep.. wrote one after a long long time! =)
DeleteThis one's got a beautiful lyrical quality to it. It's great. :)
ReplyDeletethanks a lot! =)
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