Once in lifetime i stopped a little
and so I did ... I consulted
hours of life and saw that
the legs of the time clock
had been astray for
distances ...
It was night mouth and night
now she had lost that
reddish hue, it was already
invisibly dark
I screamed and I did not hear an echo ...
Knowing that fish
they sleep in the bed of the rivers,
I leaned against the slope
of the hill, at the foot of the mountain
and I began to speak in glossolalia,
or xenoglossia ... I'm not sure ...
I just remembered that I have
the key of time, and so
He cannot catch me ...
Then I fell asleep ...!
Categories:
xenoglossia, creation, metaphor, poetry,
Form: Prose Poetry
As I walk the scented paths through
Beautiful bright flowers that entice.
Capturing memories in their folds I,
Dream of times now past and gone
Each one in itself a treasure to savour.
Fondly I recall such special times,
Heavenly hours spent with you
In blissful moments we shared.
Jealously I hold them to my heart.
Keening softly to myself, my
Love for you will always abound.
Magical fantasy's come in my dreams.
Now never in this life to again share,
Or to be able to hold you near, in
Passions throngs once more.
Quintessential desires burn deep,
Racing through my veins,
Setting me still on fire.
Tortuously teasing, driving me mad,
Understanding, not at all why?
Vacant still my heart remains
With longings unsatisfied.
Xenoglossia people can not us reunite.
Zincograph print is all that now remains.
Categories:
xenoglossia, longing, love,
Form: Abecedarian