I Will Visit You - Thursday Poets Rally



I Will Visit You 
Keep your door open 
in case I stop by your home

I can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow,
but just until my Watch stops moaning 
Until the Sun gives birth of a Light
Until the Spring rides on the season knight

Keep your door open 
in case I stop by your home
I would be afraid to knock on your door
Or maybe my courage will let me down 
& I wouldn't be able to knock 
I will be overwhelmed, 
even when I imagine
you open for me. 

What I deal in my life 
is just to mange to look at your window 
see you listening to my music 
dancing with closed eyes
as if I was between your arms. 

Surely ...
I would run to you
Just keep your door open

ShadiatiQue




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The Secret Garden


This breezy wind, 
Guides me back to you
How can I guide me away 
from the brunt of his words

With the eloquent of the poet 
That still knocks on between my rips 

Come with me, He says in gasp 
To the secret Garden 
To show you the youngest
Heart that is mentioned 
with love till this moment. 

You and I
mentioned this young heart 
when our lips met in good. 
Lips, contaminated 
with the longing 
of a platonic Love. 

Our poor little Heart
is almost melting 
from the grief 
of not yet experienced 
happiness.

Waft of words 
on burning coals, 
as the husky voice
"Come with me
to the secret Garden" 
guide me back.


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ShadiatiQue © 2010-2011+2012

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