Yours, is the voice that lingers still after a shrillResounding love’s tune in subtle thrill.You pick a hat and gave a heartThat in moments of pestering drizzle,Your head might find a shade, still.Yours, is the pen that ignites the soul’s tuneDoodling doting patterns, on the heart duneMany a soul you have washed ashoreWho have drowned in the deep waters of loveSeeking refuge from lust, they became love immuneYours, is the eyes that flamesSearching out fragile hearts, void of blamesIt seems the stars left a sparkle behind,Hidden beneath those innocent gaze.Or else, why does your stare, my heart claims?Yours is the smile that breaks open like a coconut fruitRevealing sparkling sets of white grain seeds in truth Like raw gold from the dust,Trampled upon by careless human feetCome, let me flame the star that lies in you, mute -Dammy****************************************Lover boy, Do you know stars themselves are not star-shaped?When some stars fall…maybe heaven’s just shed another gleam-worn stoneYou rejoice in endless spewLike a drunkard in drunken spurt.Listen, not all that is skirty is woo-man-lyPut to rest your unnerving stareChrist himself chose his army with hallowed care-Kris ******************************************* To rest, my loner friendFor your words bite like a ferocious fiendBut your intent is pureTo redeem a dear friend from love’s lureI would lay no blameFor the answer you seek lies in the words of a dameThe music of love is confusing,Who can listen to it?The drum of love is rigid,Who can dance to it?The wisdom of love is blurring,Who can understand it? Therefore, put your curiousity to restFor I have set my heart to sailThe unstable waters of love For who knows, I might find an isle to nest! -Dammy
