*The Odd Dance*

A strange vind in the garden of thoughts
A sign of an invisible presence
The eyes of soul are closed
The heavy door of an impatient heart is shut
There is nothing here
except the odd dance of one wild imagination
A confusion

What is it like to feel warmth for the last time
when the heartbeat becomes the past
when the touch of farewell takes over
showing the path to the edge
where the vision of  future
lies deep down in the ravine of darkness
What is it like to hold the breath
the last one ever
To stand there at the verge of life
sensing  the air of a dear but elusive dream
desperately trying to breath it in
for the last time
to drown into the fantasy of mind
and then just fly
In peace and without tears
Away from the cloud of doubts

A confusion
Would it be easy to jump
and use those black wings
a gift of the own imagination
Or to regret the grief that carved deep lines
in the flesh of the heart
while an eternal tide rises up from its very bottom
gaping in desire to consume it

While everything dies the truth stays alive
The darkest fear
The confusion
To be lost for life

© Eclipse 2008-2011

~ by Eclipse on February 16, 2011.

7 Responses to “*The Odd Dance*”

  1. Thank you Sam

  2. This is true agony! 😦 Your report is truly heart felt despair!

    May I share one with you? Please: http://wp.me/sBKhv-darkness

    I will visit again.

  3. Enjoyed this Eclipse

  4. One confusion possibly could be ‘a conclusion’.
    Love your words. 🙂

  5. It’s amazing that you never run out of the wonderful things to say and to convey, to share with us all. Most of the time I come here, I see a brief look into the lighter side of poetry, though deep, and never disappointing.

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