PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

please the breeze not be still
(for flowing)rather
brings out thoughts(.
of laughter. remembrance. smile..
  behind trees (a shape) of your face
(the sunlight paints a picture)

floating atop ) fear falls
while winter stiffens)scared cold
creep down from the sky
anticipation.softened deep
waves of treacherous dimensions
flowing over my ghostly face

and the Sun is gone
(and what is faith?

the death colored world has taken
misshapen
the various angles
  of your fragile frame
as only in memory can paint
(but is this even real?)

fall down. a partial
forced confidence .that everything
huge (and small) comes
together as hands
in the end
(even in the stillness of our suffering 
 

The Sun appears again.