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.

Monday, October 30, 2017

Vagabond Souls

let me in through the portal of the ♥
let me hear the mortal beatings of it
let me feel the warm of its flesh in the breast
though mortal and flesh but warm in each beat.

let mine sing in duo with the pulses
where letter flows with the blood
bringing the brush to paint the face of love
though red it is that unleash a gust of firy kiss.

Thus the wave quenches the thirst
Of missing the ember cheeks and lips
On a stormy sea embarks an intense chase
Rushes 'pon shore with a shriek and throw tight embrace.

O see how the shore wash the face
In the deep ecstatic core of sensual joy
windows close as soul swirls amidst the clouds
clouds swirl too! passion calls, paradise
its birds tweet the sweetest joy.

and since cloud is for the sky on high
and since spring is for the ground
therefore kiss's for cheeks one finds
and asks
what do are we? within cosmos the wandering duo.