Really not poetry ..thoughts at the end of a day.
Come closer,
do you think of me
in your Winter rains,
grays touch the ocean.
Come sit,
my hands are warm
merely empty.
I reminisce,
incidental moments
remind me....you too?
the paths we walked are the same I`m sure,
void of our impressions.
Do you think of me
when the rains fall?
it`s been so long...
Well better go,
rain is passing,
thought you might like to know.
I think of you..
Rain is that way sometimes"
"question my abilities..never my heart"
© Copyright 2011 Vincent
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Nothing at All
Torrid night
the world sleeping.
No moon up above,
no breeze carries music
the desert is charmed and quiet.
Here one can sit
and realize.
here one can sit
and mourn.
The loneliest sound
I have ever heard,
is nothing at all....
------------------
Frail
and love... a defting roar
at times without focus..
still I pay it tribute...it is relentless
with no measurable value...ask nothing
you have it all.
Social love evolves..breathes
and hurts Me with stories...though frail..I am thankful.
---------------
broken
I have pulled on boots
the cloth over my shoulders
...and all you see that is new
merely covers what is suspected...
I am so broken...
Come closer,
do you think of me
in your Winter rains,
grays touch the ocean.
Come sit,
my hands are warm
merely empty.
I reminisce,
incidental moments
remind me....you too?
the paths we walked are the same I`m sure,
void of our impressions.
Do you think of me
when the rains fall?
it`s been so long...
Well better go,
rain is passing,
thought you might like to know.
I think of you..
Rain is that way sometimes"
"question my abilities..never my heart"
© Copyright 2011 Vincent
----------------
Nothing at All
Torrid night
the world sleeping.
No moon up above,
no breeze carries music
the desert is charmed and quiet.
Here one can sit
and realize.
here one can sit
and mourn.
The loneliest sound
I have ever heard,
is nothing at all....
------------------
Frail
and love... a defting roar
at times without focus..
still I pay it tribute...it is relentless
with no measurable value...ask nothing
you have it all.
Social love evolves..breathes
and hurts Me with stories...though frail..I am thankful.
---------------
broken
I have pulled on boots
the cloth over my shoulders
...and all you see that is new
merely covers what is suspected...
I am so broken...
