A SILENT SCRIPT OF FINGERED LOVE ( P14)
It's at first when we were found,
We spoke with eyes, yet not a sound
As we televised our minds in sync,
We read the print of script below,
It voiced words – of love forever,
For it not I who did the writing,
Neither you had no control,
It was word in script of destiny,
Blushing you as I saw shy,
Long ago in times of galaxy,
Forces closed to forge our bond,
We were sent to meet the future,
Yet no words were spoken then,
All we had to do was reach,
And touch our fingertips together,
To fortify our love forever.
©Copyright 2015 M..A. Bell (alfi – m.za)
Again, death swirls its black finger
around the aura of pristine ponds.
Now sprouting the stoutest weeds...
where sleepy lilies and emerald songs used to breathe.
Where souls once rested so naturally.
Again, death swirls its black finger.
Leaving me slightly paler than a happy life.
I'm never quite as fleet as death,
(a party balloon popped by a dying cigarette...
the darkest swayback horse at best).
Slapped with shame
left a print of distain
the mark is still left
long after it came
like a stain
no matter how hard you try
to take away the pain
you reilize you lost
more than you gained
slapped with shame
left with a print of distain
the pain thats left
is a dark red stain
Chamber of secrets
Locked in wisps of steel incense
Swabbed sulfur din