Letter From My Soul Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

I drank poetry
how to balance
I climbed stairways
to say:
We, the following ones
knowing what love is
while driving storm of mischief
in our twilight scenery
created an oracle
for an angel by three-finger salute
who still believes
within critical seconds
to go on a path not innate.
What´s this for with the oath?
What if I travel far away?
Just in time my soul got
a push from heaven
in the magic show of life
losing all vanities
as a prelude of death
and found
and created new life
after the end of love
as she follows a successful hunt
to see your two beautiful eyes
again
during midnight entered
not forgetting
her failed dreams
while you´re drinking symbolically blood
by hearsay and the rumblings
inside
not to let you leave
as a prisoner of time
and have not broken a dream
on the beach by the pavilion
so that we do so
as if we are together
one day
sending S.O.S.
while our souls
emigrate
our modern life the turn taking.
A wandering tramp
will sing the anthem of grace
with inner strength
for love at first sight
to be not the shy Icarus
when the sun goes down.
However, your mother
never understood your love
nor can understand my love
and she never gave me back
my lonely heart.
How I will only be able to forget you?
But I´m not afraid
acknowledging my remaining years
within this bad company of life.
writing my last verse?
As this letter.

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Floy Dy Ra, July 07/2013