Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The touch of the cold drops to my skin
The ashes wet drop down herein,
The smoke around lingering,
The tracks forth seemed simply bogs,
And the cool breeze says it all.
The moment here I'm enjoying.
With a cup of coffee in one
and a bleak fag on the other toying
Looking at the lake singing,
A rhythm so unknown yet so soothing.
And I close my eyes feeling,
the warmth of the time in the early morn beaming,
The gentle rain wetted the party to the skin.
A surge of being happy without a reason.
A surge to feel the ever changing season.
A sweeping glory sways within,
I look deep down in me smiling,
The coffee feels the best I have tasted
And my heart so calm and saying,
Feel the rain, feel the calm
Feel the touch of our nature's nest,
Theres nowhere could be such a lovely mesh.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
He could feel her presence in front.
He could feel her getting warm.
Eyes tight closed he embraces his love,
snuggling her in his arm warm.
And the very first feeling crosses his mind.
The time he really wanted to freeze.
And heartbeats scattered as closeness sublimed,
And he could feel the lashes of her eyes.
Slowly and steadily his arms clasped around,
And he could hear her whispers light,
Warm hard breathing, not seemed to bound,
Emotions running high, like a wild hound.
And he feels her breath upon his neck,
Her tangled hairs falls upon her face.
He slides apart the hair aside,
And tenderly touches her wet lips bright.
And inside flashes the very first time
When he set his eyes on her.
And how much he loved her then
But to express he felt short for words.
But now he got a chance to speak,
Though speechless but much more than he feels
Of his love how much for her he is,
A chance he would never miss
To his love, for his love ...
With a wonderful Kiss.....