A SILENT BANTER


To quench my huff; I should tell you then; the wild is better.
It is better now that you have staved away despair stirred by the unknown.
Valiantly, my quest has led me back to that single tear,
Where I have been searching in the most beautiful pasts.
Skimpy places I shunned; places that now dangle before my starving eyes.
For I am hewn to my desire and my desire betrothed to you.
I have tussled with gales to perch upon you:
My beautiful branch where berries are ripe and ready.
My misfortune being my wilting feathers; my wings have been battered.
Perhaps I am descending but for you I am still flapping.
When I fall, it will be a death; a seed sown,
For I need my new innocence, something pure and relished.
Awaken me then, let my eyes be wide enough for your light.
And let your touch be tender on my cracks when I am broken.

A poem by Tonny Wandella

Published by Azuni Blogger

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