Poem: Edges of the heart

can anybody count the number

of wishes falling stars carry?

or the secret talks of yearning

that were confided to the moon?

so many different versions of love exist

and we all search for the right one

to put balance in our life

to show us some new meaning

it may feel like falling of an aeroplane

when starting the first conversation

or it may be easy, trusting what will happen

once you cast away the shadows of the past

and let go the footsteps previous lovers left

all we really want is for someone

to warm the cold edges of our hearts

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 And this is my 200th post here. That is all ;)

Poem: To a grandmother

it's been ages since the house last felt

the curious steps of a child

or parents sitting on the balcony

pondering at the end of the day

viewing the land beyond them

it still stands here, as a reminder

of lives that once lived here

this is the place you were born into

where you began your journey on this earth

a life that showed you many paths

but you were always strong

strange to realize I'd like to talk to you now

for when I was a child, you had a different role

and what did I know then of passing things

maybe it was best for you to leave and not see

how your family fell apart after you left

as if you were a glue holding them to each other

Poem: Letting go

as I search for the house of sun

to perish the sorrows of the past

the wrong doings that took place

I realize that we will always be learners

we are what we think

our thoughts flow like fish

either with the current or against it

but until we learn to master them

we can use a flash light to mark the blame

or a magic wand to lose ourselves

beliefs build up our realities

they are so easily accessible

from a fountain to a telephone

the path can have many peaks

and descents; it may feel like

it will never change

but all is there for a reason

when you stop to let go

and accept yourself

the direction will also change

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Written for the Mag #284