she had dipped her hand
in a muddy lake of illusion
of wants and of dreams
to savor moments of
yesterdays’ wasted
dew drops on the hills
jag by the spell of ecstasy
euphoric to mildews presence
on the leaf electronic wall
never wanted to escape
or be not awaken
from the denial of self
where to go from here,
your comrade awaits - YOU
waiting for you to come back
HOME again
4th of November,2009
Fine poetic piece... I don't think ppl here appreciate these pieces enough anyway good job Lady Catrina
A good poetic appeal to set right set backs! Only time can solve this! Nice to read!
jag by is fantastic where comrade is waiting at home............and at home is the joy to be explored.............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again...another piece from the deepest core of c t heart's art..nicely done my dearest...