Sunday, September 21, 2014

Nothing to tell

I have nothing to tell you
Nothing to define
No portraits to show
No Goddess divine.

Silent streams 
Of tired dreams 
Flow across the soul
With bursting seams

A fire is breathing its last
The taste of ash on my tongue
The burning within
When hope dies young

A song of abandoned shadows
Sung by ruins of temples
Where no gods rest now
Only pigeons sleep

I am waiting
At the end of this bridge
That shall crumble before us
The moment you step on it
And yet
I am waiting.

Don't leave the doors open
There is no breeze tonight..

1 comment:

  1. A sad yet powerful poem.
    "Don't leave the doors open
    There is no breeze tonight.."
    If we leave the doors open, there may come a breeze tonight? :)