Summer is gone

As we can see, I have gone back to my ole loves, summer and moon. i cannot hope to write more until my muse allows to to. i am no poet, but when the window is closed and i cannot peep through the infinite, i try to manage.



Winter's come,
Summer's long gone,
It's getting cold but the windows are wide,
Open to let the moon in,
Where not even sunshine would be let it,

Whispers

Soft Whispers encircled the heart,

Made it grow weak,

If someone could tell the direction,

Would gladly follow that route to this sound,

Words barely came,

What brought them,

Whispers a heart can barely resist,

Whispers that make it glow,

To leave all the rest behind,

To stop running from rest,

A fresh tune plays inside the head,

The music and a submissive heart,

Where does it go...

Among strangers' voices,

and a world's noises,

The whispers turn everything upside down,

Like mountains have never been the highest,

Like the sky has never been so far,

Like falling from heights above would only bring the purest of joys,

Smashing colours in the worlds came one in the one soft whisper,

Merely words carefully whispered,

Made a way from lips to a beating heart.

It was me

Thinking it was me,

I looked upon the sky,

All this blue light,

Living and growing beyond horizons,

I thought it was me,

Words spoken and lies denied,

I thought they were for me,

Hearing the songs of heavens,

Watching the lights,

I truly thought they were me,

This voice heard so often,

I almost thought I was the one singing,

Those chosen tunes,

I almost thought they played for me,

That yellow flower hanging above all,

Despite a rain, I thought mine,

Flower washed in desperate joy,

Pride shaking till the brink,

I saw myself.