Listen to Heart

I want to sit
Under the red leaves
Where only you
Can hear the songs
From this heart.

Listen to this heart
That can only whisper
To you afar about dreams
Of no words but eloquent
Of no light but bright.

Please hear me.
Here me.
I am here.
It is just here
Now.
Just one click of your message.

autumn is so romantic, composition of quiet garden and eloquent heart

Weeping Ney – free verse

Ney….
Your song pulled me down in to the depth of abyss
Gliding with no weight,
Free falling –

Ney….
Your tone touched me on the hollow emptiness
Craving for sensations,
Crashing on nothingness.

Ney….
Your call dragged me along the path that I know well, yet
I am lonely and blind,
Waiting for a map.

Ney….
Do you know I’ve been here all my life,
My breath,
My step,
My tear,
My despair,
All of mine.

Ney….
You are the breeze that sweeps my draught
Then soars;
The dewdrop that breaks my morning
Then wakes up;
The spark that lights up my flame
Then burns.
The dirt that buries my hope
Then grows.

Ney….
It is you
That swirls like earth spiraled upwards by tornado,
And travels afar before it hits the door of heaven.

Ney….
I am taking your hands.
Your weeping cries will always accompany my journey
To you, Ney.

Phnom Pehn – August 2, 2019 – 22:45

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0xQDCfY8TI