Martas poems for Monday, May 4, 2009

Today I read the poems we wrote so long ago. It was like opening the door of a room closed for a long time to find the scent of past dreams floating inside, I felt like if I were setting back the hands of a magic clock. bewitched by fate to mark only the hours I forgot and It was sad... sad like the reflection of a star in a well or that of a candle in a broken mirror. Our Love smiled when it was burning hot as if it didn't know that fire always ends up in ashes. Time has passed and I was... Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes the sun rises in streaks of pink that reach across the darkness like fingers of light painting a beauty, delicate and unique sweet and soft like a Japanese print Others, its light appears angry and intense like a force emanating from hell, its brightness from behind the trees projecting and the purpure rays making the sky so red it looks like the forest is burning. Still, other times like today the sun just slips out from his home in the dark with a message of love in his rays and... Sign in to see full entry.