What is more than feel and be afraid
when she lived inside a dark well
full of spirits unknown
what is green? what is light?
living from falling things
in your dark place
sometimes a book others times
sounds of people living their lives
just through the wind
and lined up tiny coloured flags
above
she learned what is pray
that sound ~ through the tissue~
sang for her
sweet songs of prayers
so at now she knows what is it
Pain ~learned for herself~
Dark ~ from the well~
Pray~ from the wind~
what she can do with that?
So, she is on your gloomy place
silently
unknown time
suddenly your blonde and curl hair
grows like the perfumed musk on the wall
and they see her for the first time
the wind was more fresh
the voices had the owner
and hands coming with faces
Hands!
what she can do with that?
I don't know
but
out there
~she sensed~
and
long and blonde hairs still grow
on that
damn silent well
Poetheart (back)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-damn-silent-well/
