The birth of a poem...

The essence of very tiny detail, like a carefully placed comma, or an invisible sigh of admiration, distilled into dewdrops sliding over the long green leaves that protect tulips from overexposure, redeeming the beautiful bold color and adding a dimension of its own.

Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.

The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...

Saturday, June 2, 2012

I know

It's not always easy to find
The path that leads to peace of mind
And when the heart's whispers turn to screams
Shadows play with broken dreams.

Thoughts that lead away from despair
Wanted desperately.
I know.

Goes on to show, how your inner voice knows
But there's no need to light up the lights
No need to reason, it's not done.
You're not the only one.

No one knows where that knowledge goes.
It's just a waste of time.
No one cares.
I know.

No one can give you directions. No instructions on the road.
No signs of artificial neon and affection. No hope.
No shoulder to cry on, no principle to rely on.
Up next, the crossroad presents the choice.

Not yet time to give up on the soul.
Away from everything that doesn't really matter.
Away from everyone who couldn't possibly know
How it feels.
I know.

So I give wings to my dreams and I soar high and above
And there's no more room for debate about the merits of love
I am not going to be the one with the "told you so"
Everybody is welcome to find out what I already know.

On my own. Calm and resigned. Not here.
Not anywhere. Out of reach. For me.
Only hearts that beat in tune with the spheres
Can feel and let me be.

Completely aware, calm, composed
Creative and courageous, and strong.
No compromise, no method, no explanation.
I don't care who doesn't get it.

Life is tough that way.
I'm tired of sifting through leftovers and morsels
So keep your happiness to yourself.
Don't rub it in. It's not on.

Watch me disappear, in the landscape of nothingness.
I know where I am safe. You don't get a say.
I know.

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