Can one’s passion ever run out
It happens for sure, I’ve no doubt
When hearts get overworked and tired
Ever more rarely get inspired
When soft brown earth is arid sand
There is something to understand
The mind begins to play its tricks
Scattering emotional bricks
That once might have built something strong
Dreams forgotten before too long
Yet deep inside there’s still a seed
That to its new growth has agreed
And perhaps to blossom once more
In the warm glow of love, I’m sure
And passions are re-energised
Categories:
resurgam, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Come!
Sit with me on the sunken boat.
Promise that this boat will float.
I want you to thank me for this,
I’m the depth, and you’re abiss.
We match so perfectly in space,
We even share a lively grace.
Why wouldn’t it be the same,
When we have this boat to tame?!
While we're busy, we may die,
Still, there is no time to cry
We must build, rebuild instead
For the boat above to stand.
Working in this endless lovely liquid
When there’s nothing left and vivid
We can rise this boat of death,
From the hollow pit of depth.
Resurgam.
Categories:
resurgam, creation, dark, devotion, endurance,
Form: Rhyme