Let my voice sound…

22 10 2018

Let my voice sound,

as it never did before,

sing, sing,

sing like a dreamy madman,

cheerful, calm and blessedly hopeless,

smiling to the invisible universe,

multiple realities of one´s heart,

smiling back,

Sounding back,

Resonating …

 

Let my voice flow,

break the damm of my choking silence,

of my terror to call things

by their names,

real and utmost,

Endlessly fascinating….

Let it break out of the hoarseness

and whisper

and this throat,

so soar of yearning to speak out,

yearning to yell,

to dwell,

to sing,

to pray,

to call out your name?

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take your tristesse and go…

15 10 2018

Take your tristesse and go.

Carry it, day and night,

hide it so deep inside,

deeper and deeper in thee.

Past all those bravorous lies,

well-rehearsed, as-if-careless smiles,

speechless and shy

in that bottomless pit of your soul,

where only one pair of eyes

reaches to see.

 

Take this without-ness and go.

Do not inquire why.

Nobody knows.

It just happened.

Your quiet rags of light

Fitted so perfectly right.

Force yourself to be happy.

For you have not a brink of right

to may hope for anything better.

 





our rags of light…

1 10 2018

Puzzling and humbling:

living them through,

these stolen moments of peace,

of sacred shared-ness

amongst the daily roam.

These tiny emeralds of easiness,

of unexpected fun

of being

simply me

or

simply you.

Cheerful recognition

of those

rags of light

smiling back in the eyes of the other.

 

 





De-oyster-ised

29 07 2018

Not that I´d never breath´d before,

Not that I´d been a deprived of human warmth,

Not that I had been deaf and heard no music. –

And still this silent tune of yours is finer.

 

I am all open now.

Come round and have a look.

I feel and sound,

I´m reaching for a thin air,

I´m humbled in my will:

I have no voice to call your name,

I am confused,

I know no more.

I don´t know where I am, –

This wood between the worlds:

No end and no beginning.

Completely out of my shell.

De-oyster-ised and gaping

For your quiet light.