Wednesday, 24 April 2013


I want to reach out to the stars,
but alas my hands can't grasp,
the distant sky -
nothing defies gravity.

I want to rush like the mountain river-
yet my heart can't trust
the waterfall -
I am afraid of heights.

I want to embrace
each thing that lives around
but intimacy scares me now.

To try is futile,
to dream is a curse
when you lack the strength -
to say what you want,
and to do what your heart tells you.

Fear makes all things -
Passion is dead,
and there is no fire :
only the eternal autumn of Hades.

This silence is annoying -
a constant weight tires my mind.
I long for music, for light
and for an answer to my call.

1 comment:

  1. Quite the premonition! Captures the image of the strings that pull...