Friday, December 30, 2011

Burning Zeppelin

Last step on the stairway.
And the strings break away.

Heaven within grabs.
Skin undeterred by stabs.
Flesh harder than metal.
Impulse willing to settle.

But a bend too much to take.
And an unforeseen mishap.
If not the whole stairway,
I wish I could buy the last step.

Monday, December 5, 2011

The Secret In Her Eyes

Laughter of a child?
Some thoughts running wild?
A deep long sigh?
Or some tears gone dry?
Some ideas insane?
Or a heart drenched in pain?
Those feelings she wants to lock inside
disclose themselves in her eyes.

Make a guess, take the hint.
The truth that lies in that glint.