Words by Sina

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Bookends - Worldes Ahead

Worlds Ahead

Have you ever seen
the eyes that look back
into your soul,
the eyes that you can not control,
looking intensely without delay,
gazing eyes that cannot look away.
Probing deep you wish to fathom
analyze, comprehend
understand the Eve and the Adam
behind the eyes
that can not look away...
The mirror is gazing back at you.

Years come and years slowly
consume
the time that you thought would never end.

And you are born...

We were children of pure excitement and madness

that glorious day leaving school.

So close, walking home ahead of the rest

when I gathered the courage

to touch your hand

as I had dreamt so many times before.

My heart beating only for you.

You shrugged it off as a nothing;

or did you?

I think you felt as I did,

but I have never known for certain.

For I never asked

and I never said "I love you"

"I like your eyes"

"You make my heart beat a million times."

These days,

I only dream about you now and then

And I would have liked you to be mine

once upon a time.

Narrow views

life

so vigorously intimate,

innocent and beautiful,

floating on rainbow's views,

world and its wonders

through the eyes of a child.

Innocence awaiting

to wallow in the impurity of the ages.

Innocent dreams never leave

from the first love

to the end love...

They never leave,

or so they claim.

I thought we were one

in the ageless souls of our greeting,

in the naked holiness

of our meeting -- I was alone.

Rain drops seeking

to whet the appetite of our needy passions,

I climbed the cross of my dreams,

as your eye lids gripped my vision;

as your beauty

consumed my eyes -- I was alone.

I came to find me in the dreams of sunrise

and there you were

with your promise

of some dreamy adorned faceless façade -- there you were,

there we lived

inside the morning dew -- no, I was alone.

I found you

when I came to find me.

I revealed the vulnerable mountains

of my being;

believing you would understand.

I looked around

and there was no one but me,

mingling within emotions

that revealed me

there seemed to be me,

there seemed to be you,

but, I know I was alone

The White,
and the wit,
the rightness,
and the witness,
gray as morn
black as dreams
haunting;
Loves come
and loves part
depart,
and sorrow
of a lost kiss
lingers
for minutes and years
that one day
make up the fears;

In the house of dreams and wine

souls lurking; zombies of Eden;

I take refuge in the bosom

of the tapsteress who befriends me;

Like a love that never was.

I don't wish to stumble home

till sunrise.

Will some devoted dream ever find me!

Kisses that excite

and those bringing tears

in the madness

of innocent dreams;

doors of opulence

open wide

while the poor and the meager

and their locked doors endure and whisper.

Like some alien that has found us,

We gaze into eyes

watching

larger than life;

And the rain falls.

Stars are your eyes
touching
the sky.
Stars touch the other side
of the clouds.
They touch the rain
and your rain speaks,
your rain spake.
Your doors are open;
Do not close them.
My lips utter a name
in some far away land.
It exists;
it lives,
in a dream,
in a reality
filled with passion,
overwhelmed with music and love.
The wind singing,
as it passes by the bamboo
through some tunnel of brass and shine.
Capture the world of silence;
lips,
eyes,
breeze of dances.
A drama speaking of rain,
your rain speaks:
who has come?
who will go?
to the stars, to touch
the clouds, the sky ...
Behold,
me,
Possess,
me.
You said you love your rain,
as it speaks,
as it listens
to you,
unslanted.
No change in its hum
Talk,
it listens;
cry,
it caresses your hair,
it tastes your tears.
The rain
touches your fingers;
The world passes by
on the outside,
cars with staring eyes,

And the rain trickles
down your arms
to my feet,

And still it falls
like love,
like some alien you see
in my eyes.
An alien from some other
space;
some other land,
some other time
where the stars talk to the clouds;
to my clouds.
The rain touches your arms
and I speak:
Touch me;
Now.
Speak
like
Love;
Fall
with me.
Now,
In some unknown moment
With the alien
you see.

Struggles varied,
some dressed,
in watercolour clothes,
some that lay
permanently exposed,
rugged persistence
erects the wall
that hides the innocence
inside a child.
Feçades begin to compose.

One Sentence...

The dead and the newborn await

the love of midnight oil

within the mystery

of the hollow of our empty walls

of luxury

and kludge walls of sanity,

never knowing the words they shall hear,

the love they shall receive

are the illiterate composition

of juxtapose confusion

of dominos

at a lost state of mind and speech

at the knap of infertility

within the walls of insanity

and unruly patterns

of masquerading façade.

The connects

and misconnects

and disconnects

compel us nevertheless

and makes us utter

*It was nice meeting you...

*I love you...

*I am leaving...

*I was not,

but now I am...

And we ascend and descend

wondering limbs

that flail and hands

that cup

to hold,

after the love

that steamed

and froze.

morning light shimmering

bright and dim.

Meaningless,

Dreams that can not

and will not

expose.

Rain pours

like hazy tears,

snow falls

butterfly wings,

I raise my hands

the black crow skies,

my feet planted firmly

in the forehead

of the snake eyes,

When I'm alone

and descending.

In the arms of love

I touch

the dragonfly

rainbow skies,

feet softly

floating

on waterlily stalk

sand breezy walks,

ascending

on the feathered wings

of love.

And mornings still rise,

in the mists of Septembers;

And the darks merged

into grays and whites;

Cars and minutes pass by

as hours and years crawl

creeping astray.

We shower everyday

in the ocean breath

that takes us away.

Come,

touch me,

need me,

breath a life with me;

Unreal,

the fears that hide and hinder;

Bogarts and boasters

and braggarts

make us and break us...

As we hesitate to love and utter love

when feelings are true,

and we bluster and flaunt and exult,

when it's anything but love.

And dreams become vivid

into some unreal truth,

some untrue reality...

In the world

of wild dreams

and rocking horses,

the sky never falls.

We change

the colours

and hue;

we paint

the mystic dreams

so maybe one day

some will come true.

We never fall,

in the dreams

that wish us

to sleep

a moment more

in the morning feast.

We live

and love

and the few words

I say

that drop

like rain and snow

paint your dreams

and change your life.

We live

and we love

and I take your hand

to this land

and that land

and to never land;

you wish,

and I wish

to command;

as you awake

in your morn

and wish

for my hand,

in the world of dreams

where we think

we will never fall.

Your Peter Pan

In the glory of morning walking dreams
In the final attempt to dream
lucid twimorns
or reality dreaming
aroused, we sleep by incantation,
successful adaptation, and
Final celebration.
Ghosts come and caress our madness
so perfectly
Traveling from wakefulness
to a dreamland never wanting to leave
never wanting to last.

Desires to behold dream your every dream.

Pantomime the nights of a fool.

Jesters like us come and go,

pleasing every king and queen.

Walls of Ston protect what you must.

Time will survive us all

in the dimensions we hide.

And the mornings pass....

Dreamer,

My tongue

learns the desires

your skin reveals.

I kiss,

I love,

and I pose.

My thoughts mingling yours.

Eyes shut,

windows of our thoughts

open

to the breeze of our passion.

Are we dreaming once more?

Or are you the reality

that has finally found me?

Dreamer,

Dream a life with me.

Evelyn was 81
She never needed anyone
Evelyn was a child
who finally came undone.
Evelyn was 81,
and Emily was born;
as they were passing
in the night.

I know it sounds
Like wishing the time
Wishing my time
Away.
But I can’t fit
Under this skin
Wrinkled and yearning
Like some autumn leaf
Of the seasons
Like some chain
That holds me.

My love is so deep
Passion exceeds
And sadness unfolds me.
The rain melts,
Washes Me,
The wind blows
My every inch to the sky
But this skin
Withholds me.

I just cannot fit.

Languished, posing
Words bended.

After the flame,
After the rain
I calm
Into some dream
That fades me

And there I remain

Until I awaken
Into some other season.

Evelyn, Emily
and the likes of us,
so alive,
Souls that run
so deep.

In the world of wonders, water
runs off easily at times.
snow flakes
gently sigh
into shapes of love
and gentle sway.
but souls fly,
souls linger,
souls
run deep.

21 grams,
sometimes more
sometimes less...
Sometimes pure as god
sometimes
wandering
like there is no tomorrow...

She spoke only a sentence
or two...
and I knew,
her soul runs deep...
I wish I knew her
somewhere in time....
but I know
she is a beautiful soul
meeting me,

just in passing...

And you are taken,

and awakened away...

well above the earth

well inside the realm of play

Open wings soaring watchfully

The sun, the ocean breeze, squinting

Wisely balanced orb

Chasing up and down

love is trying

denying

prying

tagging along

and you are dreaming

voiceless screaming

in the flight of your feeling

in the flight

of your falling

of your healing.

Stages that elude and move us

from one season to the next.

The stages I peak into, Peak out of

like a cocoon waiting to be born once more.

Once more, I await for you

to find me in the crowd

of those who want to be found

by you.

The silken web, You weave, I unwind

And unwind;

It's been years meandering

in the tangled path of your maze.

TodayAt last

has found me.

Wings of eyes,

Delicate,

Lavender,

Lavishly bejeweled

Making love

To the warm breeze of summer.

And dreams of youth compel

traveling souls to fly

like butterfly leaves....

roots, trunks, branches,

the tree

and its wings.

In the distant of a future that draws near

creeping down and up on us,

reality begins to settle

and the wonders of

what life has in store;

A journey's end nears.

Well, the wind is right

for willow tree

to sing a love song

only I can hear,

a song

just for me.

I've been traveling

a world of days;

the dust of the ages

settled in my hair,

coarse with grit and dirt.

the cold and hot,

light and dark

still lingering

upon

eyelids

that never rest.

My eyes drawn

like a loosened drum

by the wrinkles

of the sun

on the edges

of my temple,

brimstone

feet aching,

aching -- dream making --

for a gentle touch

of pumice,

clear water, and

the tender fingertips

of a tapstress

that midnight calls.

In the treks,

hill to hill,

mirage to bareness,

of a dream,

I have traveled the ages,

in the footsteps

of only me...

Quench

these lips

with sweet water

and a kiss...

Recompense

my burning

dreams.

Rise from the dust

and come back to me;

The sandstorms

of my journey

have calmed

my soul.

And yearning,

I watch

the clear stars

of midnight desire.

Come along

in my dreams

of my reality.

The stars

will show us

the way.

And revelations appear
instructions clear,
fires of trees
and stones of rocks
the sands of stones
the dust
of the ages.
The obscure now clear,
empty dreams distant,
along the rivers of wishing wells
we begin to revere.

For the lips of silence,

a night of quiet rage.

For the arms of emptiness,

flowers of yellow and lavender.

For the hearts of desire,

love

for ever.

In the passion of our living

and the wonder of us all leaving

we ready souls and thoughts

free of fears, we hope, for what might be

what can be

and what we leave behind,

and the foreverness of hand

that once held us.

My hands have seen the world;
they have touched you;
they know you;
they know me!!!

My hands
know me,
and they know you....
As they cover my eyes
as they hold your head
and whisper to your soul;
My hands
at times cradle my face;
caress your lips
and fingertips;
My hands have seen the world.

And my mind brings you near
to me...
My mind relentlessly
searches the corners
of my memories
to find only you.

And the blossoms
of love
open
and yield
a sweet fruit of longing
in the seasons
of my life with you....
belonging...
my love to you.

Take my hands,
and bring your love
to me;
My hands have seen the world.

And dawn renews

destined always

to some dusk

that brings

the end.

The never-ending

End

I know the time wasn't right,

blossoms of a new spring falling in the autumn wind;

I wonder what might have been

if the Sunshine was truly on our side.

In the midst of our being I know,

I can't stop the world

from turning,

but can I stop the time.

Wonderless I cannot stop the dreams

from leaping

from one season

to some other certain morning...

I want to stop you from leaving;

I want to stop the time

as I hold you in the reality of my means.

I want to stop the time

as I quench

your every need.

I know the time wasn't right,

as I shed some wonderful dreams

from my winter mind.

And pomegranate dreams

come true

and begin to live

once more

with the sunrise.