Rose

[EuchridEucrow]

Here's my first real English poem, I wrote it a few years ago. I have, honestly, no clue as to what's it about, but mostly it's feeling of longing, I guess, as well as courage, choosing a path in life... or something.

Anyway, here goes:

Rose

Rose
sweetest discord
a cry of a thunder hawk
rivers blue

Rose
beneath a pale winter moon
rose for me
and rose for you

Rose
lights on the porch
I try to walk
home to you

Rose
in the quiet afternoon
I want to believe
I want to be true

Rose
I don't want to awake
my dreams are so cruel
my dreams are no good

Rose
to believe is to choose
and I have chosen
I have chosen you

Rose
eye of discord
a cry of a thunder hawk
skies so blue

The second poem was written about half a year ago or something. It's actually more of a song, but since I don't yet hear the melody, I guess I could call it a poem... 'Tis some of my more happy stuff.

Where Angels Cry

I went out walkin’
Across the hills
One pale winter mornin’
When the wind was still

To the shores of the sea
Where willows weep
Beneath these trees
I fell asleep

I dreamt about nothing
If it is what it seems
And I locked myself in
I buried deep

But all the madness
And the melancholy
That comes with the sadness
And goes with the holy
Is washed by the sea
And leaves with the tide
To the lands far away
Where angels cry.

And I saw a girl
In the pale moonlight
At the edge of the world
In the cradle of the night

She was living and she was dying
She was reading all the signs
And I felt like crying
I didn’t want to say goodbye

And I went out walkin’
Down the ancient mile
As thousands have done before me
Till the sun rise

And all the madness
And the melancholy
That comes with the sadness
And goes with the holy
Is washed by the sea
And leaves with the tide
To the lands far away
Where angels cry

The ships are coming
At the dawn of day
I can almost see them
They’re taking me away

And the moon in the heavens
And the clouds in the shade
From the room of forgiveness
To the halls of hate

Are calling in the distance
And holding my hand
As we walk with the sinless
In their promised land

And all the madness
And the melancholy
That comes with the sadness
And goes with the holy
Is washed by the sea
And leaves with the tide
To the lands far away
Where angels cry