The wind glows
and blows my mind
Who knows whose sorrow
the rain will drain
For show tomorrow
a loud cloud will follow
Author: Léo Beaulieu
Channeling Baruch
SOAK MY SOUL
Gorgeous Elora
Can I call you that
Say yes and I will dive into you
In you pour my tears
And soak my soul
Gorgeous Elora
Can I call your name
While away on the battlefield
Say yes and I will die
Absolved and blessed in my blood
Bassin Louise
Coming back from work
On my way back home. Start new course in a week. Most importantly, not thinking of Winter… Reading.
Depth of Field
Hush that much
It is dark and your eyes are closed
You cannot see my bedtime smile
but in the warmth of my soft scent
you inhale what I earn to say
My voice fills your tired body
Your heart floods your consenting mind
with the loving verses of life
Such is a much busy dreamy night
Faux Vintage
Waving farewell
Deafening moment
when I heard you
sob and sigh
in this empty house
that my heart has become
All but cry and pry
teares and tears
by fear unspared
From then on and on
lost in a dense silence
I fall waving farewell
deep in the defining well
Mosaicultures
