Perfect (the gift you gave me)

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If you are reading this you should know by now… how important being young and eternal is. Not in matters of age but in mind

Know even one life has breathed easier
in your giving expanse of love
blessing me with sacred possibilities

These places would not be without you
Sad songs of silence no words or voice

” I will die, you will die, the earth will die”

 

But you give me hope
those sparks in the night
With that enigmatic smile of yours
Which I wouldn’t ever forget
Shine, breathing sweet air into
lungs like mine
My fingers touch
the waters surface
create blooming ripples
adding more memories

You are dripping
time as a drop of rain
the smell of soil
quivering with quasar particles
hidden stellar streams
across the orchestral path

Immortal love burning
Connection ever here
Stir me til I’ve blended
my passions with my fear
strong yet sensitive,
firm but yet understanding,
hard but yet vulnerable
Willing to lose it.

And with a toothy smile “I do”
Looking at me with mirrored eyes ” I do too”

I have given

Enough;hard;tears;tired;sleep

I only see

our own beautiful snowflakes

prisms;crystals;molding;shaping;sun

Now only do I have faith
we won’t melt into the puddles, and slosh
Oh, wake up wondering “why is this so perfect”

Because something hidden inside me has risen to the surface

I heard children’s laughter
I followed the sound~

To unlooked for logic
to simple to be understood
to complex to ignore!

Notes
sung on high
by
a tiny blue bird

yanked me
out of my chair –

right by the heartstrings….

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Beethoven; A poem by Yelena

Piano’s essence is a molten sacrifice
defaced with the basswood timbre,
black spring consuming white winter
in its most terrible and bright moment –

The massacre of any distraught flare
at the core of forte’s solemn mass
clings closer to a porcelain heart
than dove’s devout eyes sky-fixed.

Basic are lowest octaves, sotto voce,
when the hammer stirs a frail string
and tremulous ivory sighs in chords
to reshape even the sheltering high –

For a vibrating wire and faint ruins
that slam on the cartesian world
the keys fever cadence after cadence,
shard after shard – tempered hectic.

C minor-edged on a nowhere’s pyre
the bleeding note speaks obsidian,
emotion as a dim archaic shimmer –
and the galaxy’s glazed bare, wingless.

If you kiss this fractured reverence
while adagio turns presto agitato,
toss feathers into a perfect catastrophe,
bless it with your abysmal geometry

you can flyImage

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In Love with Life, filled with a divine sadness. Poem By K Bala

ImageMy sadness is divine, has no personal reason,
pain and pleasure are momentary, like human life;
in depth, each experience makes one sublime,
life is a dance, with death as an invisible companion.

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