My poetry resurrects with me

As an end of the world the night is swinging on the eyelashes of heaven
The night will bury her lips again in the scent of sadness
I listen to the fall of darkness in my chest a crouching comfort
When everything comes back to the starting point
A reminder in the fainting of a breeze sealed with the history of love

I see my mother's arms and I cry I've grown old
She keeps telling me that the earth is nothing but a locked in chest
Where suffering is conjugated in all ways and sometimes we invent new ones
Like never happiness or to close to death but beyond that we are painted in forbidden colors
By the skilled painters who forgot to cry

Before bedtime my hands fall into a prayer as a sword
A snow sown over the city little gifts that some do not understand
Witnesses to the prophecy of eternity will not seek for the real meaning
In the hungry mouth of all words

So are the nights when my poetry is pounding on my soul
And disappear with me or resurrect
Just like  a diamond the universe regains its balance

Photography by Kryseis-Art

Stray birds

Many years have passed
Since serving life in small bowls
Sometimes bundled with some fake smile and light
For the peace of the dead ones
I only know simple happiness
A back and forth between sweat
And the bread in  which I see  mother's face
The image and likeness of heaven
Wrapped in shrouded sun
If I could only return
And raise up my arms
But all dreams shattered
With dust or crosses
That are not written in stories
I then began to walk alone
Crushed under my heels  wings or mud
In vain you take away the clouds now
I write verses and I burn
As a whip of  unfinished time
Forgive me that I've never learned to fly
From rising high to the depths
Still alive