Desert sands,
They chafe my skin.
Exfoliating deadness away,
Cleansing…
In a whirlwind of fire,
Stealing my soul,
Scorching my body,
And tearing my heart.
Hot beneath my feet,
Slowly I'm sinking…
Dancing beneath the stars,
I feel the sickly pain.
Always I am thinking of you,
My heart longs to join yours.
My body yearns to follow you,
My soul needs to be with you.
As I leave these sands behind,
Some memories slip away,
But I remember the thoughts I had of you,
Alone with your smiles on the desert sands.
Posted on 22 October '00 by Kathleen Bright, under 2000, Poetry. No Comments.
Cold knife presses,
Metal touches flesh.
Gunshots ring in my head.
Screams until eternity – 'I'm free',
Driving me insane.
Blood spurts – do I feel pain?
My own pain.
I want to be without.
Then,
Nothing.
Silence
(Is golden).
Like silver.
Darkness.
Darkness scares me.
A vacuum,
In the void.
In my soul.
A flicker.
Then -
Nothing.
Posted on 27 June '00 by Kathleen Bright, under 2000, Poetry. No Comments.
I like to see
The clouds in your eyes.
They show you're thinking.
I always see the clouds in your eyes.
CHORUS:
Thunderclouds
When you're angry,
Like candyfloss
When you smile,
And grey days
When you're sad.
And I say;
"I love the rain,
Love to hear it on the windowpane,
But I prefer sunrise."
You say;
"I like sunset
But I love getting wet,
No rain on the glass for me -
I want to feel it."
I look in your eyes and,
I don't see sunrise,
I see
The promise of rain,
The threat of a new day.
The hope of a new life,
In your eyes.
It's all in your eyes,
And I realise,
I love to see
The clouds in your eyes.
CHORUS
You love all types of rain,
I know you love a storm.
I like the sunshine,
I like to feel my time is mine.
I like to hear birds sing,
I like the things
That nature bestows on us.
And,
I love to see
The clouds in your eyes.
CHORUS
I love to see
The clouds in your eyes.
Edited 08/07/02; date written, unknown
Posted on 1 January '00 by Kathleen Bright, under 2000, Poetry. No Comments.