My Princess Of Souls

Breathtaking, for all the slain indiscretion I am here and out of nowhere once again
Believing in believing deceived I have not, but just for a whim or a mere touch of fondness
So cradled in despair this star-riddled eyes they vanished dyed hopes like sultan of desires
Too meek but not weak I still seek the kiss and the touch of smiles for a gold forlorn
In tons of dust that bleeds in bliss I'm travelling still for the face snow white

To blame of late there's none but so truly, that this fire so scarlet my passion for night sky
For where would it be a bright blood moon would I feel so swoon to make for me a bed of roses?
For erst or ephemeral I know 'tis mundane, but to time on our dances then maybe so
This farce could be blessed but not so still would merry be jerry that carries my apathy?

Then grave be undug this wild red passion, for us to believe that the sky be a fearing
A domain to spread our diamonds of relief or catharsis be a-starting this dance of a lifetime?
That never be undone this surreal feel of a feeling, for the one so praised but never be named
This last grey song of passive mutandis, be a-seeking now thee my princess of souls!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

The Life Of This Moment

So now I travel again on wings and a prayer
To reap the harvest of years long past
To me now unto this the blackness of seasons
For ways of the world I sold my heart to all that has left

Feel free to indulge for when the seas turn to meadows
For the stars are now dancing the winds of the morrow
To arrive at this meet the sighing worn traveler
He'll come to the soon with pearls and black velvets

To pine now no more undone all our tears and hatred swept off
To peaks of white shadows will this swan be off to--a flight of much fancy
But for all the forlorn and the tolling of bells the daffoddils aglow afloat in night sky
Where now would one be when all the sunsets had converged since for dawn?

Till bright be November when sunrise greets sugar
I'll bring one more pail for silver bright raindrops
To eat this red candy when the mountain bathes yellow
But too much of a good thing my graveyards now be golden?

And so comes again the riders of dew
To smile in wet mornings when life sings me true
Is this not the end or the sighs may rush through?
Towards this white pathways the skies I shall carry?

But now this bright golden the boys of the grass
They'd play us a song to make us sweet memories
For this is the one who's lost but since found
Unfurled but not fearing the life of this moment...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011