Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Words







These are my words


Still filled with longing


Yet no longer fueled by passion


These are my words


Hard and cruel to silence your lies


You the fair haired boy


I the dark maiden


These are my words


Strong the spell now broken


When I listen to yours


There is only the occasional dream


A shadow song


A field on a summer day


And the passing of time


K. Pilapovich


:image here

2 comments:

rebecca said...

what a beautiful poem. so moving and interesting, i need to start writing poems again. just love the picture at the top of the post. there is something so beautiful and amazing about running through fields. it feels like your part of nature in a weird way. its hard to explain.

Lydia said...

Love, love that photo!

I was certainly glad to get to the end of the poem and see that someone else wrote it, as I would hate to see you experiencing that in your life.