the lilies you gave

Remember by the swelling spring

You used to slice their shoots

Across the evergreen ponds that respire

Their long stems still juicy with life

The green shoots lined with luscious juice

The sun that weaned across to shine

Upon their white faces

As yours implored mine,

Our lips locked we used to

Grip the lilies a little too tight

Across the fresh grass we lay

Two lovers and the lilies you gave.

Today the wind slurs a eulogy,

Across the pond which now seems

Green filled with moss, dirty in every need

The moon falls upon an empty mire

Where the grass was once overgrown

A lone tombstone stands

Where we once as lovers lay

And the lilies you gave

Have withered away.

The Empty Window

By the frosted window pane

I sit

I wait

The lilies you left in the case

Have wilted, drying a teary face

The memories you left behind

As past lay like a thorn

Upon my sweaty bosom

The frosted window pane breathes

As warm whiff of ecstasy

It muddles reality,

As naked, you and me disappear

In a thought.

A dream.

But I still sit

By the frosted window pane.

I sit.

Alone.

I wait.

.

Void

What love is that?
That which cannot give,
That in a Childs smile
Does not see bliss?
What love is that?

What love is that?
That which cannot see
That in a poor man’s eyes
A note for mercy?
What love is that?

What love is that?
That is so mute
That refuses to cry
When war blood stained drum
Thumps another beat
What love is that?

And yet we love
Like rats caught in hole
With a longing hope

Only hope

A empty promise it may be.

But yet we hope.