Tears Of A Lost Child

Oh sweet meadow yearnings for this wintery nights of another lolling tongues
Through which these words sans the devils may they be a rapture panacea of the warmest sun
For this singed may and this frosted november now hear this my beating heart it longs for the smile
Of another grave soul in a need of a hug but never too warm to reach out for some hands

And so for this too swearing of a tipsy old son of the earth may it be that all these be another dread dream
For this empirical knowledge of a falsified heartstring through now and then I shall travel on thee not
From the bottom of null wells and this water of such life I shall string the bows of the moon for another hunt
To reap the suns and tears of a lost child who lives still inside me, begging to be free so that he could die, for one more day...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2012

Another Sweet Day In The Sun

Cry, oh tears for the dead undying reptile emeraldine, for this unbreezing attitude towards styles of another right turners
So that this would be aroused in scenes of sins untuned to the naked third eye, in these inasmuch as a likened dream of wishes galore
For reams of life unwashed and now in time of peace may we now be in a sleep much less troubled than yesterday, too gleaming to ignore
So from this downhearted may we now rise to the occasion for when the singing suns be a-dancing for all long since to a night time embrace

But who knows where we might be when all around you they'd be dancing along to the tune of childhood for dreams of a better tomorrow?
Yes alas all that we would ever know will only be ill for another lost misty-eyed nostalgia, for this I decree that no one should refrain themselves from smiles
For this mossy green tombstone should never be allowed to see beyond the meadows, for flowers and powers and towers of old flames
And may we know who is to trust when all red turns to gold and all green be touched by more blue, for another sweet day in the sun of another great millennia...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012