Unfulfilled longing

I miss the touch

And the twilight of a bohemian dream.

 

I miss the wings

And their flight to immortality.

 

I miss the smile

And my endless happiness.

 

Today, I miss everything I love

And gives me completeness.

 

But the most…

I miss YOU,

And the sun to my heart.

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Nomad Souls… Love Fighters… Life Travelers.

Once there were two lovers that had equal hearts.

One would pursue one,

The other would pursue the other.

Then the Angels looked down and said:

“What a waste,” and made them perceive each other.

Their hearts melted into ONE.

They had no use for the outside world so they leaped into their dream world.

Here, their “One” heart was always restless.

The only place where it had any rest at all was in each other’s arms.

And then, even then and there, one said: “I wish we’d never stay apart again.”

When they were apart, they yearned for each other.

The Angels were stumped.

There’s one thing that God is not able to endure –

A suffering heart, broken into two.

He saw one half on one side of the world and one on the other side.

God knew what to do then.

So He brought them together.

And it was not easy for them to unite from far

As they stumbled over mountains and oceans,

But their ONE heart whispered much love

And their inner bodies slowly understood:

They realized they are stronger together,

They belong to each other,

They fully connect no matter what,

So they started blessing Destiny’s gift to bring them together,

And immersed into much love and gratefulness.

Ever since, they count the blessings every morning

When opening their eyes and meeting each other’s touch and face.

As now they know they are Forever blessed together, forever ONE.

Perfect Imperfection

It’s absolutely terrifying

to let someone in,

let them see

the darkest corners of your

Soul…

The reasons why you cry,

and why they make you

so happy.

It’s absolutely terrifying

because

they might run away

with your heart,

and never give it

back.

It’s absolutely terrifying

to know

exactly what you want,

and then feel

like

it’s slipping through your fingers.

You then fall in despair

because

the perfect is not there.

And it’s absolutely terrifying

to know

you are still madly in love

with the IMPERFECT.

 

Soul Words

I am that soul who

traces the lines in your hands

Just to feel close to you.

That soul who believes

That the sun and the sparkle of life

are trapped in your eyes.
I am that soul who
Loves every bone in your body

And loves the skin

That you live in.

That soul who

You enchanted with your touch

And is lost and unfixable

without your love.

I am that soul who

needs to be saved with

your pure and endless love.

So tie your soul to mine

And never ever let go.

Make forever yours,

This fragile soul of mine…

Just a Thought…

At the edge of a thought

I manage to find silence.

A soft, comforting silence.

 

For a moment I gaze deeply into your eyes,

Feeling the stillness caught into my lashes.

 

With arms full of warmth, you embraced me with love and hope…

Blessing me right from the start.

 

In a world of unspoken, I lean my head against your chest

And the silence goes straight to my soul.

 

I feel my dreams invading my entire being…

I couldn’t live otherwise now.

 

So I place my hand softly on your cheek,

And you decode my thought right away:

Please never leave!

Just a Snow White thought…

And here I am

At this point

Where I ask myself 

Who am I

And I stare

In the mirror

And though

It’s not broken

Or even shattered, 

There are cracks. 

And amongst the 

Little broken

Pieces of glass

I see

Different parts of

Me

Staring back, 

Sometimes confused, 

Sometimes amazed, 

Mainly bewildered. 

And in the shadows, 

In the very

Corners of the mirror, 

The wooden edges 

Become

A forest

I get lost into 

Twisting

The essence

Of my life,

While half eaten 

Apples

Lay rotting

In possibly

A sort of poison.

And I wonder 

Whether it’s a 

Fairytale

Or a jungle

What I’m living,

And whether

I can hear

Drums beating

Or it’s just 

My heart 

Waiting

To explode. 

Original Sin

I don’t know how or why,

But I was tempted

To sip a delicious time

From a glass of sin.

I obeyed.

I tasted in reluctance.

And I was shuddered

As it was bitter sweet.

I did not expect to like it.

But since that day I remained with silent lips…

And I kept silent

As I was wondering:

“What would have happened if during that sip

I would have tasted the flavor of his soul?”