Saturday, July 19, 2008

Fetal Position

Undressing my mind,
From your whispers…
And a cold bed,
Is all what’s waiting for me.

On my right side,
I try to dream,
Colorful birds,
Filling the far horizon,
Where salvation,
Is no more in your arms.


A stone in my heart,
A secret hiding place,
Is what my tears seek.
Tonight, I find it hard,
To make the first move,
And smile to the firing moon.


Holding the shadow,
Of a red rose,
Drinking sour wine,
My head between my knees,
Uttering words,
Shrouded in blue linen.
Immersing the low beats,
In holy water,
To lose all the trembles,
And open those eyes again.