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photoblog image Zyryality: Harvest Time In The Garden Of Blindness

Zyryality: Harvest Time In The Garden Of Blindness

 

...sitting in a street café

playing piano

or perhaps an old beat-up viola

watching passersby indifferent to jazz

waiting… waiting… waiting…

when you walk in and recognize

me

by the tune I play

on the out-of-tune piano

or by bowing the rusty strings

with a pink flamingo feather

by the way I sip my tea

with a silver spoon of honey

by my voice that enters you

like the Southern wind enters

the naked branches of a lonely tree

“what took you so long, my love?” I would say

you would give me a shy smile:

“it took time for life to put upon my heart 

traces of longing that bear your name

it took time for the feel of you

to slowly enter the world of my dreams

it took time to sense the void

in the very depth of me

I knew it was you I’ve been waiting for

all these long years

here I am, my love

after so much time gone by, here I am"

“ah...  it IS possible to get to heaven without dying first”

I whispered into the night air and

we spread our crimson wings...

 

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Zyryality: Harvest Time In The Garden Of Blindness

 

...sitting in a street café

playing piano

or perhaps an old beat-up viola

watching passersby indifferent to jazz

waiting… waiting… waiting…

when you walk in and recognize

me

by the tune I play

on the out-of-tune piano

or by bowing the rusty strings

with a pink flamingo feather

by the way I sip my tea

with a silver spoon of honey

by my voice that enters you

like the Southern wind enters

the naked branches of a lonely tree

“what took you so long, my love?” I would say

you would give me a shy smile:

“it took time for life to put upon my heart 

traces of longing that bear your name

it took time for the feel of you

to slowly enter the world of my dreams

it took time to sense the void

in the very depth of me

I knew it was you I’ve been waiting for

all these long years

here I am, my love

after so much time gone by, here I am"

“ah...  it IS possible to get to heaven without dying first”

I whispered into the night air and

we spread our crimson wings...

 

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comments (5)

  • Ray
  • Thailand
  • 20 Jan 2012, 00:57
A world of his own...
vz-nostalgia: ...of their own, Ray. smile
  • Louis
  • South Africa
  • 20 Jan 2012, 08:08
Dream
in the world of silence
to the tune of a violin
emitting from the open door
to soothe me
to soothe me
vz-nostalgia: :
The tune of a violin will break
teh world of total silence.
It is not the world of silence anymore
if the tune of a violin is flowing through it.

Good try, Louis. smile
  • Linda
  • United Kingdom
  • 20 Jan 2012, 09:49
...The softness of her hand in his
Leads him
flying their crimson wings
tethered like birds of prey
she whispers
through warm breath
I will not lose you again
my love
we will make
sweet notes of music
together
He feels rhythm waves
through his body and soul...
vz-nostalgia: ...and they lived happily ever after. smile You wrote a classic fairy tale ending to the story, Ms. Linda. Ever thought about writing scripts for the Hollywood movies? smile Perhaps, more realistic will be to follow teh spirit of the "One Thousand and One Nights": "...they lived happily until there came to them the One who Destroys all Happiness." smile
  • Scott
  • United States
  • 20 Jan 2012, 14:02
Love the movement and tones in this picture. Compelling and warm....thanks Viktor
vz-nostalgia: Always good to hear from you, Scott.
  • Louis
  • South Africa
  • 24 Jan 2012, 05:39
Argued exclusivity like a true engineer/architect.

Dream in the world of silence ...

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