frank (maybe in spring)

maybe all clouds
have a silver lining
and every time I gaze upon them
I feel lost in the dream
that was you

maybe all waking dreams are hopes
and every time I stand alone
I dare to think of you

and maybe the spring
with her first rays of sun
will bring me fortune
and whispers of sin

~

so, the analogy of Frank
comes to life in death
and the clock that ticks on
represents our time lost

and in a quiet place
where fantasies are real
lingers spectres of our dreams
awaiting the limbos end



Words by method behind madness
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Written on 2009-07-21 at 19:26

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sabereh lotfian
hiii! I've been intending to write comments for your poems since the first time I visited your page. :) well, this piece deserves an indepth comment and I'm not going to write it now. :-P but I'll be back, hopefully soon. :)

this is so wonderful and welcome to the Bay. :)
All the best to you

Barmigardaaaaaaaaaaaam...!


P.S. By the way do you speak any Persian?
2009-08-25