FADE AWAY

The sun glistened through the window pane slowly creeping across my face 

A gentle wake up call

The rays of warmth bring with it a memory of the night past with you 

A smile looms on my lips

Stretching out across the bed gathering the blanket up high, burrowing deeper into soft pillows I sigh

Willing my eyes to stay closed, stay forever in this moment, the warmth that surrounds me I imagine your embrace wishing you here in my time and space.

Alarm goes off fantasy fading away to stay forever in your arms, your embrace 

A cloud passes by taking away my sun and with it the warmth 

I don’t want to wake from this feeling I struggle to stay here in this dream pull me in closer tell me you’ll stay

But it’s just a dream like the sun you fade away.

*****Sassy*****

Tom Stoppard

"Every exit is an entry somewhere else."

The Bridge

Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.

Entering it
you enter yourself:
the world connects
adn closes like a ring.

From one bank to another,
there is always
a body stretched:
a rainbow.

I'll sleep beneath its arches.

Octavio Paz

IN THE EVENING

Walking on different color of rainbow
Get the different feelings
Get the different beats
Every time I step on it
Every color has another story
Never enough, I still wish
Until the sky crying
And make the star falling
In the cold evening
Near on the darkness
I still watching
Uncertainty and impossible desire
Wishes for great happiness and eternity
It cannot all came true
Because it’s hard to understand
Life mystery, supremacy of the infinite
Glory of God
We cannot change destiny,
Just make it better

The color of the rainbow
Slow but surely disappearing with wind
I still watching
…
Still with my silence

Fee Cheen

Tip

Sylvia Plath

"I want to write because I have

the urge to excel in one medium of

 translation and expression of life.

I can't be satisfied with

the colossal job of merely living.

Oh, no, I must order life

in sonnets and sestinas

and provide a verbal reflector

 for my 60-watt lighted head."

PICASSO





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"Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth."


P.P.