Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for February, 2012
Sour grapes and spoilt milk
For all the things
That I believe,
There is one thing
I can conceive:
I am sour grapes
And you’re spoilt milk -
Each one lacking on their own,
But put together – pure perfection!
When I am out there with you
I can always clearly see;
That cheese and wine
belong together…
The longest breath
Time stops always in your eyes
When I get lost in stormy skies -
Not thinking of good-byes…
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Forever-kisses in your arms -
Our hearts – harmonic symphony -
Throbbing souls in molten love…
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The longest breath is night -
Holding on with all my might
To a moment that seemed right…
And for the audio-philes:
Infatuated
Silken halo wraith, your hair -
Creamy skin of velvet pastures…
Tepid lakes are in your eyes;
Your lips are honeysuckle…
Be it now as it may be-
You are my one and only passion…
Destined
With constellations of my own,
Your stars were apt-aligned -
On that far-off fate-held day;
The morn that you were born…
Criss-crossed on the plains of time,
Our scattered roads are found -
Brightly blooming flowers rise
In junctions where we joined…
On silver beaches prints were left,
Where we have walked the line -
There where peril laced the way
Your feet stepped into mine…
Sitting on this precipice,
Your hand locked into mine -
As we face the setting sun,
I thank our destinies…
The Tides
The tides are rushing out
Just leaving me behind
Running to the ebbing
I cannot catch the surf
I’m stuck in the moment
My soul entwined in you
My heart is thrumming loss
Tuned to fading belief
The sloughing memories
Are leaving me exposed
To roam this empty beach
Must be my destiny…
And for the audio-philes:
