Showing posts with label vanish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vanish. Show all posts

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Let me look at you instead*


Let me look at you instead*

If you look for me, I may not be there
See around every corner, vanished in thin air
Moved about from all around
No trace of evidence, not even a sound
So then, what is a person suppose to do
It is not you looking for me but it is me looking at you

Dom*Colucci © 2014

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Silent darkness*


Silent darkness*

Silently it moves as it creeps all along
As in stillness one vibration is its eternal song
To usher in the evening and the dim from this light
A shadow sure does loom from the day to the night
But while this no longer shows outlines from that sunny day
It was the last sparrow that vanished and went on its way

Dom*Colucci 2013

Sunday, August 25, 2013

The word is love*



The word is love*

Words describing love, one to ask
As it may seem to be a difficult task
But in essence no one can really say
For words they vanish and go away
But the real truth that sets words apart
Is really the feeling one gets in their heart
So we will leave the words all alone
And feel this great feeling of love on its own

Dom*Colucci 2013

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Light on the path to the end*

Light on the path to the end*


Life one day started out like a candle stick
Inside was its path, it was the wick
Once it was on its way to be lit
This light took direction and that was it
Melting, it went through the moments in time
Each part of this, oxygen it did find


Lower and lower, the wick burned through
A steady flame that knew what to do
No longer was it to be upright and firm
It just kept moving onward, the wick it did burn
Dissolving with itself, a waxy build up in the blend
It was a step at a time, nearing the end


One thing that was noticed, expiration so near
It was the past of this candle, that slowly disappeared
Once things are in motion, there is only one thing to do
It is surviving the next moment, that it has to go through
The waxy build up, can never go back again
But it was great use on its path, right to the end


Dom*Colucci 2012

Wind, a forced entry*

 Wind, a forced entry* A wind blowing day, is outside my door Whipping all around but don't know what for Maybe it is to show its streng...