Private
You have come to me unknown
And blew all away the forgotten secrets
Shredding apart the begotten night
Under your silent steps at the gate
A room amidst hearts windblown
To share silenced tongues unforgiving puppets
Beseeched a siege under plight
Where honor is nowhere surrogate
A city an empty stone
Crying for all your purple bracelets
Weaving your hair black into a kite
To heavy at last to lift the hate
Your lips kindled like brimstone
Promises broken on morning banquets
And there your glance in a flight
A shallow treason for too little fate
mardi, 16 juin, 2009