Winter day.
there's nothing left for you to do,
or much to say.
Ice is pretty around my wrists
I like it when you tighten them up.
Sparkle in the sun, high noon.
Remnants of summers past,
you'll be leaving soon too.
I don't mind sitting here by the window
Eyes dry, the emptiness of my pool.
No doubt, no tears.
disco balls shine in the dark,
games without frontiers.
Having you by my side
Cold, like you're looks do kill.
A pretty mess
If only life burned out young.
Watching me undress.
Skin soft as snow
Heart lost to the wind of blues.
A crisp breeze,
moves inside against my lungs.
Her soul will freeze
Frozen waves of solitude love.
Sunshine is fleeting behind silver clouds.
I have everything,
All I could want from you.
It's all that I sing
How special, you're mine this way
Concrete heaven as the storm awakens.
You are earth
on a summer day far away.
Tell me my worth
I let my feet touch ground
without getting lost in what scares me.
Light of my life,
land of majestic trees and wild flowers
I'm the sharpest knife
cutting in deeper to lay down
inside your world safely, I fall asleep.
Do not think.
Do not be cruel in war.
Pour me a cold drink
Like the weather outside in torment
I escape to a new land where I am free.
I am alive.
Winter has not killed me.
Like honey in a beehive
I am the sweetest girl around.
Gold Hawaiian dreams are all that stays real.
Underneath the dirt, nothing stays real.
Just gold Hawaiian dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have occupied this room time after time, year after year, and do not complain of it. The rapport ever deepens, I can afford better wine now. Am I happy the poet here so keenly brings me to that room, without the woman's smile, a friend's smile, present to it? No, those sorrows are comforting only while they are lived.