The Missing Touch


Growing a Rose, a purpose...
Wilt answered my call,


To grow a backyard-full of stew's ingredients, a dream carried out...
Green a colour... my finger not,


Sweat kept raining unto this lacquered soil...
Tears kept searching for the veins of this earth,


Thorns twitched in the core of this ground,
Parasite rooted it's minerals,


Such gravely figure you've become,
Haggard and sunken...


Wallow in it - You will be,
The sea might spare you...
But will it be at your presence?

Reflection Of Helios - The Revelation


You've heard the songs I sang,
With arrogance filled opera,
I portray a beauty.


An honourable beauty,
A charitable mother,
Tender and romance, my nature...


The Full Red Moon...
The Green Corn Moon,
I bear them in my blood...
Festivity is my pride...


I paint with great dignity,
Sings arrogantly,
But...


I am a mirror,
A cold... pale mirror,


This arrogant song...
Is the waves of melancholy -
that was wrapped around me...


Diana... Luna... Hecate...
I am all, all is me.


But I am...
None other than the reflection of Helios.


p/s: Jeya, if you are reading this, will you please leave me your link? I would like to look at some of your work as well. By the way, Thanks for commenting.

Reflection Of Helios - The Ego


In this dimness...
Sparkled by those stones of elegance...
I shine, over this stage...
With a glowing dignity,


I shine through winter's freeze,
And summer's breeze,
Through forest and sills,


I glow, even in the darkest night,
And brightest morning,
Through spaces and miles within...


Am I not beautiful?
I am the reason of lovers' union.


Am I not worthy?
I shine among the sparkles.


Am I not honourable?
I am the charity to your senses in the dark.


I am. I am. I certainly am...
Beautiful, worthy, and honourable.


Luna is my name...


p/s : I editted this poem from the earlier version.