The dark night comes riding a razor's edge.
The day comes shining, but no solid pledge.
The peacetime smolders like untended coals.
The darkness, a blanket, for bedless souls.
The late summer leaves, ready for a fall.
The frost of winter starts its yearly crawl.
The shiver of a long-lost lover's thought.
In a timeless loop, the world is caught.
The spin of the Earth the whole human race.
We always tried to keep up with the pace.
Riding out this technological storm.
To our destiny, naked we are born.
The truth is out there somewhere, lost in time
We search the night sky waiting for a sign.
We came to this place to find who we are.
The poor lost orphans who fell from a star!
TWO WORLDS
My night shivers in the blistering cold of open space
And the spoken taste of your audible silence
Hope you are savouring your base
And hope its not as cold as this place?
How about your big wide soft bed,
Can we share together some space right now?
Even till now, wandering and basking
In the naked shelter of early morning dew,
Bathed by the cold of the wee
Would your comfort zone make you pray & think of me?
Will your bed make you remember the bedless?
Even in a state where the gentlest of caresses
Comfort an already tense body
My world feeds on my whole body. SOS
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2011
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