POETRY

Like the swallow swiftly i glide,
My wings carressed by gentle winds,
I am that faceless mistress,
Whose beauty is touched by the blind,
With a voice that cuts through silvers,
My tone causes the trees to dance.

I am that voice,
The reason you laugh when you laugh,
I am the breath that colors the rainbow,
The still silent whisper
The reason you will read this over and over again

I am poetry,
You search a thousand places,
And between twilight and shadow you see my face
Poetry the friend closest to the heart.

BROKEN CLAY

Clay
Bred of i days
Bitter is but your blood,
The tongue of i soul
Holds not your murky breath
Eyes laughing,
Lips forming words shapeless
Peek i in your heart
There in a twin
A hundred moons dancing by
Your blood taste i again
Bitter! bitter!
Shadow jumping
Body but sitted
I sight deceived
Stranger i rub faces with today
Blood tasteless
For then i know
You call i clay
But see not the cracks


In a stranger
Do i find i clay