I’m like a magician
I steal your dreams and smiles
And fill my pockets with them
To bring it home
And fall asleep
With them hidden under my pillow
Don’t ask me
What am I going to do
When you leave me
Ask me
What am I going to do
If you are never going to come back
Can’t you see my thirst
When you look into my eyes?
Don’t you know my dreams
When I fall asleep with my head on your shoulder?
I want to bribe the time
To make moments last longer
And make the days taste sweeter
It doesn’t matter you can’t be mine
It matters how many times you were there
Just for me…
I’m like a pot
I let you drink delight from
Until you get dizzy and faint.
MON'S CHAMBER OF THOUGHTS 
autumn misery
(the master sings to margarita)
“…Tu mourras quand l’ouragan soufflera dans les roserais…”
-Guillaume Apollinaire
is not this the bench where we never sat
the place you did not give your hart to mine
the undiscovered moment of glory
a vendage lacking sun not excessive rain
are not these trees faerie skeletons that
standing do not recall singing sublime
applause leaving some tragic love story
a vendage lacking much laughter but not pain
do not these leaves not unleaving combat
the longing to not recall that divine
compassion ends as it begins lonely
a vendage not lacking misery nor chains
is not this the pathless path our love mist
a vendage lacking dreams in which two harts kist
mark emmanuel christopher valentine
(© 04 november 2012 – dafreewhitewolfe.wordpress.com)
This is great!
delightful read
Nice poem and photograph.
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hi beautifully twisted one. ,-) would you mind i reblog this your poem? cheers