Distance

The distance to a soul, unknown,

The distance hiding beneath eyes.

A touch away, but ever so,

A touch that only lies.

And would I ever dare to walk,

The distance to a soul, unknown,

I'd seek a bridge, and ever so,

Walk up, up, up... and down.

But as my eyes are made of stone,

And all my dreams of icey nights,

The distance to a soul, unknown,

Are letters mere, a poet writes.

And I could write and write and write,

Chasing old shadows, all alone,

Yet never walking, sadly quite,

The distance to a soul, unknown.

© Copyright 2009 Lexylith Ium

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Message

Your world is filled with doubting letters,

They build the poems that you seek

To be your soul, blushing unique,

In pictures dark, one candle matters.

Your mind, an altar of white marble:

The angel carves black thoughts in it.

By nonsense - demons will outwit

With sensuality so subtle...

And you are dancing, silent dreaming,

Of every whisper sounding right.

A last message, to my delight:

The reader lost defines the meaning.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Monday, May 31, 2010