when we seized...

description is unnecessary for a piece of my heart...

The song is singing for too long now,

The bells are ringing strong,

I crave to be the one on your side,

For now it won’t be long...

 

To see the hatred in your eyes,

Makes me feel that you care,

I try to fly so high,

You might not notice sometime,

 

Prisoners of inner peace we are,

Basking in timeless glory of self denial,

Crawling in the streets to write another line,

Falling in the twilight to light up our story,

 

And now the hatred

 Transforms to indifference,

Like a part of my life gone to waste

What have I done!

A world misgiving and faded... my world

 

Wish I could fix my soul,

Don’t sigh... its ridiculous,

Purity is something I felt with you,

For love was something greater,

 

What have you done!

All I am left here is with words,

My eyes transfixed to the ground,

Nurturing a dream

Where you smile,

 

Right the moment it crossed my mind,

Right at the moment it showed the way,

At the moment We seized,

My throat choked in Words and Reveries...

Reviews

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. patience, my dear watson ... patience always pays ... even though it may sometimes seem like ... too little ... too late ... to our craving minds and hearts ... anyhow ... that's not important ... what's important is this beautiful piece of writing ... and how you continue to add more and more finesse to your writing ... enhancing the expression of greater sensitivity with greater skill ... i love how this piece is written ... you sing as much for readers like me as you sing for you ... and that makes words magical ... some people miss that magic ... in fact, many people do ... but then ... there are those who don't ... so, monsieur magician ... go on writing ... freely and fearlessly ... and of course ... infinitely poetically ... :) ...

[Coyote Poetry]

Life is a test to see how far we can far. Sometime we must look back and learn needed lessons. I like the way you wrote the poem. A lot of conflicts we must "fix inside our mind and heart.
Purity is something I felt with you,
For love was something greater,"
Real love when we have it. We know it. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote