myriam angelica
19-10-09, 01:04
The darkest clouds
raining bitter tears,
oblivious of us.
A splendid sun battling
to get through dark clouds,
and getting its way,
now and again.
At the end of the evening
the sun kissed the sea water.
It also kissed the clouds.
This uplifted my spirits
like no old wine
would have done.
This was a promise
of a next day
with its unkown
marvels.
A next day
of cherries and wine.
A next day
of songs and chants.
wild dance and wild love
No more sadness
to kiss my brow.
July 2009
raining bitter tears,
oblivious of us.
A splendid sun battling
to get through dark clouds,
and getting its way,
now and again.
At the end of the evening
the sun kissed the sea water.
It also kissed the clouds.
This uplifted my spirits
like no old wine
would have done.
This was a promise
of a next day
with its unkown
marvels.
A next day
of cherries and wine.
A next day
of songs and chants.
wild dance and wild love
No more sadness
to kiss my brow.
July 2009