Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Waiting for the Sun


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So tell me, where do dreams sleep?
I want to evade it.
Tell me, who wakes imaginations to reality?
I want to seek an audience.
Tell me, where does the sun rest?
I want to lie there.
Tell me, who gives the moon her job.
I want to have a word with him.

Because these nights are long
And I am running out of songs
These words are meaningless
And I can’t say what I mean

My heart races to escape
The vine traps
The owls that mock me
The sleepless ants
And the cold moon

So tell me, can I find dreams
while I rest in your chest
And wake to the reality
That I no longer have to chase the sun
And that the moon would just be a fixture


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

The Seed

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A seed
Needs to be buried
Shut out from the sunlight
Engulfed in the darkness
Of not being certain
Whether there is light after these long days of hiding
Or life after this deadly assumptions
that it is only  a matter of time
till you prove that there is
a reason to this waiting


and so it is with love

- VenusSpeaks

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Windows

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From my window
I see yours
With the blinds partly closed
I could tell by that little light
And the occasional shadows
When you stand beside it

I made a career out of sitting
beside this window
and counting the minutes
from the time you open them
to the moment you come out
to say hi

for a time it was shut
there were no shadows
only sounds
of laughter
and sometimes silence

now it is mostly just silence
and no more blinds
and I could count the minutes
from the time you open them
to the moment you come out

but you no longer say hi