I WILL

 

 

I will grow.

I will reach the stars.

I don’t care about the graves

or the mausoleums.

I don’t care

The Dead

walk the night.

I will grow leaves.

I will stay here.

I will stay alive.

THE DEAD GAME

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WASH AWAY MY SORROW


 

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

 

 

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

ALONE WITH THE SNOW

 

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Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}

 

 

A walk in the dark.

Alone in the park.

The cold creeps.

The trees shiver.

The falling snow whispers.

The stars sparkle.

No voices.

No noises.

Alone with the snow

And the bitter cold.

THE LAST ONE

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I search the night.

A lovely sight.

My wings are spread.

Don’t go to bed.

I see you scurry.

Don’t need to worry.

My talons reach for thee.

In the sky, you’ll soon be.

We’ll soar to my nest.

I will love you best.

I will be the last one you’ll see

before your eyes close for me.

I WALK

 

 

Purple sprays my face.

Orange blinds my eyes.

Ice coats my toes.

Salt whips my hair.

I shut my eyes and walk.

My heels dig into the wet sand.

I move deeper into the water.

Waves attack my shivering body.

I waver for a moment.

Then I continue my journey.

I slit my eyes open.

The sky burns red.

The sun has lowered its face.

I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.

Time to return to the shore.

Or not.

I continue to walk.

SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.

To be alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.

You can sail off in the blue sea
Or hop on a plane without me.

We can use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.

Time to think about your goals,
You will come back feeling whole.