It was a lazy Sunday morning
Rain was pouring through like a wild stream
Had a cold tea in a small bowl,
mind seemed uselessly wandering
Through the lonely showering of waters,
it felt numb
Unable to comprehend the feeling
The urge to feel, the rain, the silence
A stranger told, write it out
Let it out
Your ecstatic dreams, your euphoric words
They might as well do something
Like the dancing crow out there in rain
Like a young wet boy out in shame
Make the world go round in the bliss
Letting legs wet, maybe just with a kiss
Words.
Words that shine through my soul
Had I forgotten the power they hold?
It were there through the darkness
Through the light
Through the shadows running wild
Through that distracted girl under the apple tree
Feeling the moment, felt the beauty
Words can traumatize this bittersweet world
Like the eagle that fly upon dark clouds
Like that lion who died among lonely frauds
Like this words which I’m feeling in this poem
Have I left something out?
Maybe the tragedy of that beating heart
Maybe the story of those sinful lips
Maybe the legend of that sad love
Pity me; I can’t feel what everyone feels
25.06.2017
12.42
Smit.
