Best Lost Lovesilver Poems


From My Tower

I used to be moon eyed

When I first love

From my tower

I only see below

The chuckling squirrels

Smiling rabbits,

Playing deers,

The flight of birds

And in the sea I saw

Those tiny silver wavelets

Under the sunset

 

With our first kiss

Comes my first belief

That you and I will last forever

Trite as it may seem

Love is a play

We both enjoy

For we both win

 


So we run and run

Laugh and laugh

In all our paradise,

Our feeling freezes time

But reality is warm

The shards of ice

That trap us

Eventually fall

It made us free-

a painful liberation

 

White napkin of innocence

Is now stained with red

Bitterness of heart

Stroke too

Its dark hue

 

Then I was a jumping doe in glee

Never imagined

That love’s terrain

Have some cliffs too

And now I am a doe

A falling deer

 

I use to see

Those tiny silver wavelets

Under the sunset

But now I also see

The huge wild waves

Dashed with the storm

Even in the depth of midnight

 

I never heard

The chuckling squirrels

But the piercing bat's scream

I see no more the smiles of hares

But the grin of alligators

The grace of bird’s flight

Is overwhelmed

By the stalking cobra

 

Then I always see

The best in you

Now I also see

The beast in you

 

I will never see love

the way I perceive it before

Now I see

Love is a war

Fought between lovers.

Santa Fe Turquoise

I’ve got a reason for buying you dinner,
I heard your jewelry is Indian blue,
I hear your diet has made you much thinner,
All of that jewelry you’re wearing is new,
Santa Fe turquoise looks so good on you.

I heard he bought you with silver and leather, 
Somehow it doesn’t quite go with your smile,
Open-air restaurants are fun in this weather,
Let’s eat on table of Mexican tile;
Santa Fe turquoise will keep you in style.

I’ll tell you jokes and I hope you will listen,
Stop if they get too dirty or old,
Firelight reflections on silver will glisten,
Making your arms look like soft Spanish gold,
Santa Fe turquoise and feelings unfold.

I heard you gossiping rumors about me,
How can that jewelry hide all that you feel?
I’d like to hear, were you happy without me?
Santa Fe turquoise makes you look unreal,
Santa Fe turquoise has much to conceal.
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