Friday, 5 September 2014

Golden Days with Lemon Sun!

I will not deceive you and say, that
I never wished for balmy summer nights
To stay. Yet, My Love,
Golden days with lemon sun
Are what my tunes really yearn;
When your coffee skin glistens like
fresh silt, kissed by the fickle brine,
and the horizon envious of the sight
treacherously does with the real entwine!
But Oh Lovely One! I swear, I swear
I had then heard the night bird sing
Weaving tunes off salty breeze, that
once had sighed against cities at seize;
Perched up on the highest tower,
Ignorant of its beauty, as a sinful flower!
I will still not deceive you and say, that
I never wished for balmy summer nights
To stay. Yet,  My Love
Golden days with lemon sun
Are what my tunes really yearn; 
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1 comment:

  1. The Undying Enigma13 September 2014 at 22:04

    This one is beautifully written. Quite a bit different from the usualy style or approach of writing and has a hint of old school to it which is a very good tinge after all. It is also important to mention the fact that there is a larger consistency that is present in this work in terms of the flow of the content. Quite a lot of poise maintained with absolute harmony.

    I really liked the title of the poem (along with the content of course) and the repeat lines towards the end. These end quite a bit of the old school touch which I mentioned above. Honestly, I have read this work of yours quite a few times now and I am not really sure what captures the reader most. Is it the tinge of the lemon sun in the frame of an imminent summer night, or is it the hint of what should be and what is, where real and the surreal blend? Is it the blinding glint of the sun and the water blending into one or is it something altogether different?

    Personally, I think it is simply the beauty of your writing. Loved it. Keep writing awesome stuff! Bravo!

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