Forbidden barren halls,
Monochrome standing tall above,
Walking away with an alright smile
Changing breeze of the hazy sky,
Opaque figure burning in wet pain,
Wet as the kiss of a raindrop.
Held together to the chimes of night,
New friends made in the Roman tide,
Over the pace of those little dances,
A new sight, far away hidden in the light.
The scent of a Julian air flowing,
Air streaming the rift of a raindrop.
Vast carcass of a untouched skin,
Left to bleed below the October sky,
What is heaven on the dusty sand,
When home of many awaken dreams,
Could promise with the right words,
Sinking goodbyes won’t be found,
And every raindrop will make a sound.
A collaboration with a talented person, a dreamer and a great poetess +Kaleidoscope. This poem personifies the rainy season, seen through the eyes of a boy (myself) and a girl (+Kaleidoscope).
Hey! Damsel of mine daffodils,
Let these million kisses find their lip,
Every succulent drop craving for your touch,
You then blush, for it then pauses mine sight,
Trickling down your frown those raindrops,
They tickle their presence on you,
and your on mine.
No, no my love, I am earth, parched
Can you see me? Cracked open at the seams
Bared to your gaze, writhing in unquenched thirst
The serine of your love’s caresses tease
More, the brontide, the torrents, inky sky
burnished in our love’s glow, more
Dandelion whiplash below your feet,
Uncharted green whiskers trembles with the raindrop,
You guard the magic of this April rain,
And you still ask, can I see you!
For this sight of tides kissing their only shore,
Can even serrate the shadows of a blind.