Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.

Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.
Feathers lie in the cold, it tell stories of life before.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Your Eyes

For Gee Ann
14th Feb 2013

I see you eyes glitter, beautiful and tantalizing
That none of high-tech bulbs compares
Though, they may be equipped with a thousand twinkling stars in the glowing skies
I for one--for sure, obsess the glitter in your eyes.

I see your eyes glitter beyond and above
And no one its beauty can ever share
Though birds and flowers boast their splendid colors; none of them will my heart move
I for one--for sure obsess your eyes o, endless love.

Lately, I went tapping in a nameless keyboard
That I tried to craft in my fingers boundless words
Though my words were soft and my love gentle--pretended sublime in the whole world
I for one--for sure; your eyes are incomparable that I truly adored.   

Friday, February 8, 2013

On Your Baptismal Day

Since the cask of vino aged and full
A decade past, it kept hidden scent.
The stopper burst to open and hoops fail
Then a thingy thing reeks up without hint.

The racy blood, hiding inside the shade
The soul awakes, waking her sleepy veins. 
The half-light of dawn streaking to unhide
God of light seemingly rules with no pain.

This you may or may not understand
I whisper these words in your untried ears
Incline to mutter gently as I can
Slow to be sure of getting by, pain and fears.

A decade past the cask lay ‘neath the viny
 Grapes with none but solemn peace; light and dark
Soul grows budding then goes pure and shiny
It is the day when spirit stands in her mark.

For Geemel