Seven

The most impeccable number

in all this equation mumbo-jumbo

is a sweet and simple seven.

Indeed, she is mighty magical and fine

a perfect, easy, early prime

It’s multiplies: fourteen for cupid

and all the lovers, twenty-one

brings freedom to the young

and twenty-eight – four weeks, four times seven

the shortest month of the year

three times out of four

four is only slightly more

than half of seven

half way up to heaven

or maybe adding up to seven/eleven?

Equaling seventy-seven!

Oh, the bliss, the clarity the power of seven!

It’s so easy being in seventh heaven

though, eventually, it’s time

to end it with this fine prime

Seven

Seven!

Seven!!

…Seven…

lovesick

„Well, at least he inspires you“

that’s what they say

my dear dear friends

when I show them pages over pages

of sappy poems and unfulfilled dreams

you do – it’s true

But I’d gladly give up

this overwhelming surge of creativity

and be cured from this disease

not that I don’t love it

the writing, the need to

pick up a pen and

put it all down somewhere

It’s just that

I’d rather go back to sleeping at night

not worrying about what to wear every day

and having a normal heartbeat for once…

Because you do that, too.

Keeping me from all that.

Not intentionally, of course.

I know that, I don’t blame you.

Au contraire, I salute you-

I bow before you, grateful and humble

for being in love is a happy illness – at least for me.

So, thanks – for all the inspiration.

creatures of the wind

Strong legs carrying me

long black mane

flying

in the storm.

your muscles contracting

underneath me

you’re nickering with joy

as we fly up the long, grassy hill.

Out here, there’s only you 

and me - an unit

Running, breathing, escaping

together as one.

Your body listens

to my mere thoughts

urging you on,

going faster still.

This is freedom.

This is living.

This is independence.

Only the winds are faster.

Happiness

is right here.

free

from everything else.

You and me:

Part of nature,

part of the winds.

Galloping -

into liberty.

 - inspired by my beloved little Annie - 

The sound of a broken heart

I see him standing in front of me. I see his lips move and his hands are flying through the air. His image is clouded, fuzzy somehow. He’s coming closer, his eyes seem huge at this proximity. The white of his eyes seems to glow in the darkened room.

The sun has already gone down and dusk creeps over the land. The nights are quite chilly this time of year. I feel the cold beginning to seep through the windows, the doors. I shiver inwardly. I wonder if we are gonna have the first frost tonight. It’s too early, actually, but the weather is crazy these days…

He’s still gesticulating wildly. His eyes now shimmer from the streetlight shining in. They seem wet somehow, glittery. He’s standing right in front of me now. I can see his torso moving up and down with heavy breaths. His lips stopped moving. They are still parted, like it’s hard to breathe for him; Like he’s waiting for something, waiting for me.

I feel my own breath, flat and irregular. When had it become so erratic? My hands are shaking. I notice it for the first time. They feel cold, too. It’s really cold in here. Maybe I’m freezing. Maybe that’s why my heart beats so frantically. Maybe I was fighting death. My eyes sting. Probably from the cold. I should probably close them; or at least blink. Stop staring at him for just a second…

I blink. He’s still there when I open my eyes again. His lips are moving – again. It’s almost as if  he’s trying to tell me something. I wonder what he’s doing. 

I feel heat on my cheeks. And wetness. Cool wetness spreading over my face. The burning sensation in my eyes is almost unbearable now.

His image is still fuzzy. Like when you’re looking through thick glass – only it’s not glass. It’s water… mixed with salt. And it’s coming from me. I’m crying. MY hands are shaking and I’m crying. I finally hear a sound. It’s the sound of my own erratic sobs, the pulsation of my racing heartbeat in my ears. The sound of a broken heart…

 thanks to Sugarland and their amazing song Keep you for the inspiration