Ginger

Stories from the times we used to hide away

Ginger

Little myths slowly creeping into the void of my sleepless thoughts.

 

Ginger,

A broken mirror

And a white caribou breaking free.

 

We waited for the sun on a wide field of miracles.

 

A crystal echoe.

 

We walked on a golden sand

And crossed unknown territories.

 

A doriant temple faded in

And I suddenly recalled words

I had once whisteld in the trunk of a centennial olive tree.

 

You diverted with a sweet rhyme.

 

You might have known, I thought.

 

Ginger,

A little caress,

That crystal echoe again.

 

I closed my eyes to a sunlit dream...

Reviews

[Lepolepo]

It's only the beginning ....yet the end as well.
Less is more
And less is swell
...
Bravo

[_]

i love it *sighs happily* the scenery sounded gorgeous! *looks outside* all i see is pigeon poo on the sidewalk -_-

[Natalie]

Very good. I like this poem too

[Alicante lullaby]

i love how you gather those shards to make a lovely symphony...
abstract and lovely and seems lonely too...
such stuff should be more reviewed..people..

[Wake Up!]

Again, I love the fragments that are like a broken dream. I can almost see it. The passion is there, I love it(: