artwork by Pino Daeni
“Desire”
When the music of
life has morphed into mere noise
and the ninth circle of hell seems within my reach
muted conglomerations of badly written metaphor
leak out of my fingertips
It is then you seem to know and suddenly you are there
like the fresh sea air infiltrating my
lungs at daybreak
the rain in my dry season
the clown tying the knot on the
balloon of my dreams
ensuring not one small fantasy escapes
You are the arms welcoming me like a
neon “OPEN” sign
on a windy, rain slicked night
always providing shelter from the
storm
ever the colorful artwork attaching itself to the grey walls of me
and the whipped cream on my sweet dessert
My self esteem is reborn and raised
higher than before
in your smile and laughing eyes
magically you turn the coal of my life into diamonds that sparkle
Please, halt your protestations
because you have given me this and more
that's why this poem is yours.
It
belongs to you if you believe!