White Blue Forest 25/11/07 Copyright. All Rights Reserved 2008

WHITE BLUE FOREST 25/11/07

THE VOICE OF THAT WOMAN OF THE FOREST MAKES ME CRY
PARALYZES ALL MY THOUGHTS, DREAMS, FEELINGS & MEMORIES
THAT EXTENDED NOTES THAT SHE SAY FILLS MY BODY OF COLD & GRACE
WHEN THE COLD AIR TOUCHS MY HAIR I IMAGINE THAT HER HANDS ARE THERE

SEDUCING EVERY EXTENTION OF ME WITH THAT SILHOUETTE THAT ONLY HER FOREST HAS
BEHIND THE TREES & BRANCHES I CAN REACH TO SEE HER SENSUAL EYES
ALL THIS QUIET & EMBRACING PLACE IS FULLED OF HER ESSENCE & SMELL
I WANT TO STAY HERE FOREVER & EVER & BE ONE WITH HER

SHE CLEAN ALL MY TEARS & RECIEVE ALL MY BEGS
SHE CAN UNDERSTAND ALL THAT I PASSED & ALL MY PAINS
SHE IS THE ONE I WAS LOOKING FOR SINCE THE DEATH OF MY SING
SHE IS THE ONLY THING THAT I WANT TO KEEP INSIDE OF ME

I CLOSE MY EYES & I FEEL THE SWEET BREEZE IN MY MOUTH
ARE HER LIPS KISSING ME, TAKING ALL MY FEARS OUT
FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME I PROOF THE TASTE OF LIFE
WITH A LITTLE OF BLUE WHITE HAPPINESS INSIDE

I CAN FEEL HER FINGERS PRESSING MY ARMS & MY BACK
I CAN FEEL IT LIKE ICE MELTING ALL MY SKIN THAT ONCE WEARED LIES
MOVING TO MY NECK & CHEST & FEELING HER WAIST IN MY HANDS
HER HAIR IS LIKE SOFT LEAVES CARESSING MY FACE NOW FULLED OF LIFE

MELODIES OF HOPE & LOVE SURROUNDS ALL MY BODY
EVERY NOTE IS A EMBRACE OF HER GIVING ME ALL
RED SOUNDS TELLS ME THAT SHE WANTS TO BE ONE WITH ME
I CAN BELIEVE IT, I COULD FINALLY FIND THE MEANING OF MY LIFE

EVERY COLD WIND, EVERY WHITE AIR, EVERY SWEET BREEZE
WILL BE US DANCING NEXT TO THE BIG & BLUE TREES WITH THEIR WHITE BRANCHES
EVERY COLD SOUND, EVERY WHITE NOISE, EVERY SENSUAL VOICE
WILL BE US KISSING FOREVER IN THE ETERNITY OF OUR COLD BLUE WHITE LOVE

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Thank you for sharing your poem, however, it needs to be moved to its proper location.

Abrazos
Chepeleón

 

Nice piece, it has a lot of beautiful images and a good body overall. I can see that you thought it in Spanish when you wrote it. Perhaps you should let those feelings adjust a little more to the language in which is written. Just a few mistakes on the verbs adjusting to the right person. Try not to overdo the " of the ". "Paralyzes" ( it refers to the woman ). Silhouette intead of Siluet, and avoid "will be us kissing us", you can take the last -us- from it without losing the exact meaning.
Correct them little things and you end up with a very deep and touching piece of poetry.
Regards,

DEJAVU