Tunnel at Multnomah Falls, Oregon |
I Miss You
it hurts. . .
a knife deeply gouges
right into the center
of my everything,
where blood is spilled as
transparent drops
flooding down my face,
like a song,
flowing from my heart
I taste the salt
of my despair
as my memories
place you
in the pockets
of my vision;
I hug the red pillow
where your head laid
a few hours ago
and I breath deeply of
the living essence of you;
I touch the places you touched
imagining the grains of time
you left behind . .
and yet far away you stand
on this small planet
as if a universe were created
within this interval,
between now
and tomorrow;
and the rain comes down
it hurts. . .
a knife deeply gouges
right into the center
of my everything,
where blood is spilled as
transparent drops
flooding down my face,
like a song,
flowing from my heart
I taste the salt
of my despair
as my memories
place you
in the pockets
of my vision;
I hug the red pillow
where your head laid
a few hours ago
and I breath deeply of
the living essence of you;
I touch the places you touched
imagining the grains of time
you left behind . .
and yet far away you stand
on this small planet
as if a universe were created
within this interval,
between now
and tomorrow;
and the rain comes down
through the hole
torn in heaven . . .
torn in heaven . . .
and the rain comes down
with a wistful sigh. . .
and the rain comes down
and mingles with my tears,
and the rain comes down.
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Delicately beautiful, dreamy, sad and a little lost . . .
A new artist on Jamendo . . .
Delicately beautiful, dreamy, sad and a little lost . . .
A new artist on Jamendo . . .
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