Suaveh’s Speculations

The broken analogies
Written at different times
Unseen ironies
Read between the lines

The pencil’s marks
Drawn about the night
Of little sparks
Of things that have might

The life’s dreams
The wishes that hope may come
Or the bridge that seems
A cross to the sun

And now nears dawn
The light creeps in
With seeds sown
In the heart’s within

What things to hold
What things to let go
I feel the cold
Because in me you grow

So dawn I greet
And hope for the best
That again we’ll meet
And again I’ll hear you jest

Six moons and two
Until I come back
In my heart I’ll keep you
Because you’re a part of me…

a sudden gust of wind you were

into this field of empty air

a friend i knew for her i care

through lots of laughs and some affair

in turn i asked myself to dare

if possible a life to share

to bring a smile to her face fair

in such short time when we’re aware

my guts she lifted up astair

and had my tehters broken there

yet apart we’ll be so i say a prayer

when though she’s here and i am there

i lift her up to God astair

to lengthen the time when we’re aware

so she’ll always smile with her face fair

though words we’ll only have to share

i still would want to go and dare

even if such would cause affair

but make sure show some proper care

because you now have filled my air

and a sudden gust you are no more