´There at the end of me, is you
beauty inside darkness ´round solitary
shimmer of old age summum
never doubt it would linger in me
never doubt you would see
but now it´s presented
like every day tea
in tiny twirls of fiery, sugar shiny
golden little dreams across
the endless sea
with flowering clouds, sand coped hills
waves of yonder coming over to the ever so
fairy eyes and you inside me
the upstream of skies filled with your air
with question of conquer withstanded in fear
the world is around you but not very near
it´s cracking with caves crossing in lines
and I sit around in past present postures
relentlessly listening to your eloquent singing
in me
they are surrounding my thoughts about
the sand grains of love on the back of your shoulder
and the laugh in your hair where mine is getting bolder
like children we played but never we´d met
main between gender gathering sad
and whatever, we´d seen it all, but not in our heads
we mingled with time we´d shy and behold and as a fact
we wished it stood up like the sun in our eyes
but would that not be like all other lies´
© 2006 The Powerpoet