[i]Bloom,
Flower,
Fall,
Die. “Happiness”
How graciously the stars
shiver tonight!
Roses stroke my heart,
and warm my frozen soul.
The moonlight gently touches
the voice of the nightingale,
as the bird silently serenades
the whispering wind.
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“Loneliness”
Empty roses shudd
in the cold, real wind
and the fallen petals of hope
turn black.
“Ah! The beauty!
The glory of it all!”
He cried,
before his fall.
Now, he will never again
see the light
for he has entered
the kingdom of night.
“A Vision”
There was a shiver
in the river.
Then, the giver
had to bow,
and to beg,
and to vow,
and the rain of Death
washed the faces
of the innocent.
A black eagle cries.
Heaven returns with memory,
and severed limbs lay scattered
across the universe
of his mind.
From the sparkling waterfall
A flower
A rose
To meet
each other
sometime
in the unsettling galaxy
of thirst for life
ought to be
to become
is
An explosion of emotion
an ocean of devotion
a huge fire of desire
and a wave of love even higher
is what I offer to her, who may
step out of my dream and into my day.
The light begins again.
The universe turns.
People die, and Death becomes Life.
Everything is.
No one understands.
Even the owl with the white, long beard
scratches his head
and becomes one with Infinity.
Images of the many fade,
and in their stead
appear pictures of the few.
Nobody knows.
And when the world is done happening,
Man doubts still.
To break my word
in fields of dust
I shall ban the joy and life
from my veins,
rest assured
instead of Pleasure,
I shall feel only Desire.
[size=85][Sander van der Horst, Amsterdam][/size]