19.01.2012 (For) R.E.A.L. * So much Love Baby So much Love Nothing can go wrong I know you’ve heard this song Before But I can’t be wrong This time I can’t be wrong We’re gonna climb and fly To meet the sunny days So give me your hand And nothing can go wrong I know we’re gonna make it Before we fall apart Let’s go to the river Let’s swim in crystal clear To wash away all the fear I know you’re gonna love it With me So many roads The skies are full of stars We’re gonna reach so high We’re never gonna die So give me your hand And nothing can go wrong I know we’re gonna make it Before we fall apart’ youtube/watch?v=7E5L8sNyIUg * And then go my sonnets: 1. What is this crystal shining through the rocks? Its spotless structure echoes – with clear sound of ice cold resonance that laughs and mocks – sneers of the river, rushing underground. Is this your heart? Frozen in a black cave, with ions of light guarded deep inside the solid, against its nature of wave, it keeps denying and choosing to hide. I kiss your lips and whisper golden rays, hoping to break through the quartz prism frame and see your eyes start glowing in a blaze. I almost fall – my arguments so lame… But then a teardrop trickles down your cheek… To wear the stone… As I’m all mild and meek… 2. I open my eyes. Darkness all around. Black lava is flowing into my mind. The more I stare, the more it flows. No ground. The abyss is full of nothing. I’m blind without you. And the warm and sunny day feels a cold and moonless night, when you’re gone. I hug the emptiness to find a way to tame it, but it drinks me on and on. I close my eyes. And brightness surrounds me. Starting to discern the familiar shapes, I hold out my hands to touch what I see. I kiss your eyes, as green as juicy grapes. Through the streams of light, you give me a smile… I choose to keep my eyes closed for a while… 3. In the meadow, on the hill by the lake, with the spruce tree tops on its other shore swaying to their soothing swoosh, I take your hand in mine. How can we ask for more? We’ll walk across the fields of chest-high corn and smell the sun-ripened ears of the grain… What is the problem then? Why are you lorn? Are you afraid that our love will soon wane? Don’t be, my sweetheart, as it never will! We shall live together, no matter what! Always young and beautiful. Sound and still. I know the secrets of ‘to be or not...’ I fall and write with blood for our love’s sake: ‘In the meadow, on the hill by the lake…’ From Poeticising Chat: Rambling Poets at Cafe Cyber II (Volume 2): amazon/Poeticising-Chat-Rambling-Poets-Cyber/dp/1461131960/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1326972742&sr=8-5 *
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