Come here.
Listen for a moment,
Imagine with me.
There sits a little house full of darkness,
Devoid of life
Full of pulses,
Only one walks around.
Sit here.
Ponder for a while,
Imagine with me.
There sits a house full of women,
Broken hearts
Empty tears
Only one still loves.
Lay here.
Hope for a while,
Imagine with me.
There sits a house full of blood,
Absent of health
Glutton of pain,
Only one still bleeds.
Sleep here.
Pretend for a while,
Imagine with me.
There sits a house with one man,
Missing his heart
Loving their pain
He is the one who sees-
Come here.
Listen for a moment,
Imagine with me.
There sits a little house full of darkness,
Devoid of life
Full of pulses,
Only one walks around.
Sit here.
Ponder for a while,
Imagine with me.
There sits a house full of women,
Broken hearts
Empty tears
Only one still loves.
Lay here.
Hope for a while,
Imagine with me.
There sits a house full of blood,
Absent of health
Glutton of pain,
Only one still bleeds.
Sleep here.
Pretend for a while,
Imagine with me.
There sits a house with one man,
Missing his heart
Loving their pain
He is the one who sees-
Oceanic Shores by Bartimeas-Voltaire-P, literature
Literature
Oceanic Shores
sitting on the beach,
rum in hand
watching the waves come in,
and the tides pass-
relaxing on the sand
breathing the sun's caring hand,
feeling the salty air
forgetting the dreams of yesteryear.
I live my way,
letting heal,
loving with this
broken heart
passing her from
memory,
building that forgotten shrine,
sanctuary of the past.
sitting on the beach,
rum in hand
watching the waves come in,
and life pass-