A song of the cold solitude

[EnidIsais]

I composed a song of the cold solitude
from the caves of Yellowstone,
longing to join the light
of an united kingdom.
I am still here, among the other
wild lilies but isolated and thirsty,
hearing voices and for all I know,
this happens every night
in the narrow bed;
drifting from nature, the moon, the stars
in tiny fragments,
could I ever leave this blue circle?
could this chorus of sighs be silenced?
it has to be!
even a child is capable to forget
and yet here I am
unable to become fire.
time is ticking and mirrors are tricking,
now in the dark
I feel only bitter and tormented,
twisted forms, dusty cemeteries
broken glasses and promises.
because some might think it is
their right to punish me,
to dispute my meaning
but I will look away,
I will get away from them,
now I would rather observe how
the earth glitters like the pale moon,
I will hear its cry like mine,
I will be like the hawthorn tree
behind the pink daisies
as it magnifies its beauty
and destroys hidden violence.

[jregojo]

Congratulations!!

[Pequenho_Ze]

Absolutely wonderful!

[AljndroPoetry]

It’s a magnificent poem
Full of beauty everywhere
Delicate verses one by one flowing thru the wind of your poem

Lovely, totally.

[EnidIsais]

Thank you so much José!

[EnidIsais]

So sweet of you, thank you for coming!

[EnidIsais]

I’m speechless, thank you so much my follow poet!!

[Salpernog]

I love it, my darling!

[EnidIsais]

Thank you my sweet friend!!

[Salpernog]

Thanks to you, my dear and sweet friend!!