Argentine Tango Poems
|41.||Dance Of The Pines||12/17/2012|
|43.||Dead By Morning||5/22/2013|
|44.||Lady Of The Ocean||1/2/2013|
|45.||Has Fate Forgotten?||9/8/2013|
|49.||A Heart So Hollow||10/20/2012|
The desert is jealous of the clouds.
Lonely below their shadow it awaits
its one true love - the rain.
It thirsts for its presence,
but is forced to watch
the clouds embrace it
and carry it off.
It is jealous too of the grass
in a far off city,
for the grass grows green
where hope is plentiful,
and long has it been
since the desert was privy
to the rain's gentle nurture.
Friends, the rain and umbrellas
greet each other every day,
and the desert can't help but
wonder if the rain ever
misses her too, or if
time since their ...
Still, are you here?
Still, it is I.
Still, you have found me.
Shrouded with the weight of your presence,
Shifting through what scars memory has captured,
Shredding through ties that have kept me intact.
Shrapnel splits veins, leaving venom to spread.
Still, you are no comfort,
Still, you hover like a thick mist,