A Dream

It’s raining now. And hazy too. Two things that reflect his mood and thoughts. Slack (rain allows one to slack), thoughtful (slacking allows one time to think) and clouded (thinking fills one with conflicting thoughts hence leading to a clouded head). Anyhows, he had no mood to study for his NIE quiz. Not in this stormy weather. But he’s bored. So he came up with a “meaningless” poem.

A Dream

I have woken from a dream -
T’was a dream of a big rain tree,
And little birds underneath,
Singing away silently.

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Night of March

Ummm, know it’s not March, or even night. But he was clearing his old folders when he spotted his favorite self-written poem, titled Night of March. As ever, it’s written for no one. So don’t start the speculations (of which there seem to be plenty of these days). So without further ado…

Night of March

There beneath the starfilled night,
bathing in the soft moonlight,
we sat upon a mat of grass,
among sweet scented flowers of March.
A wind blew out from the East,
driving away encircling mist,
leaving us enthralled and awed,
by the fairness of this hour.

Yet in this cool night of March,
as our bodies closed and touched,
a beauty I beheld next to me,
fairer than all that I have seen.
Under the starfilled night we sat,
in this moment we alone shared,
listening to the sighing wind,
stroking, feeling, skin on skin.

In your eyes I saw my own,
by your touch I found me warmth.
You set my once cold heart ablaze,
melting the walls long set in place.
Your words resounded in my head,
losing meaning along the way.
But your caress said it all,
like it always did before.

Even now we share our love,
as we gaze at stars above.
Drawing closer, my lips sought yours,
as my arms behind you crossed.
Heart to heart, our souls as joined,
Witnessed by night’s silver coin.
Letting go of our lonely pasts,
Embracing each other everlast.

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Neverending Wait

He just felt like posting this. This is his first poem, written during his army days. No significance as to timing. He just wanted to start transferring his Fictionpress stuff over before he forgets his password again. Anyway…

Neverending Wait

There beneath the starlit sky,
upon grey grass you did lie.
Enthralled by the velvet night,
your eyes were lost in sea of lights.
Words you sang were soft and sweet,
yet a sadness tinged them deep;
For cruel gods have given thee
a hope, a love, never to be.

O maiden beneath unnumbered stars,
gracing the dark night everlast.
Lying upon soft grey grass,
there you clutched your aching heart.
Hidden behind a veil of lace,
tears streamed down your fair white face.
Sighing as you tossed and turned
waiting in vain for his return.

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Lullaby

He doesn’t know whether to place his poems (yes he writes) here as posts in the blog or to gather them and place them in a page of their own. So in the meantime, he’ll post them here.