The Memory of a Kiss

I would like it to be perfect
The best that I can do
A thing of paper, wood and wax
of panel pins and glue

A litle ink, a little love
Some artists colour, mixed
A touch of patience, care and skill
then all together fixed

I'll hang it on the brightest wall
to catch the light just so
to welcome all that pass this way
to cheer them as they go

I won't make any other
No other quite like this
eternal, it will be, unique...



© 2007 Kahdoosch

You are real

Did I meet you once?
Did I touch you?
We held hands for a time
I'm sure we did

Then gone, gone away
away on the wind
Like a harpist in the mist,
a piper skirling in swirling fog

You are real in my dreams,
in my blood. You are real
I hear your music,
feel the beat of you

I can dance now
dance to the tune
keeping time, for a time
when you will be here

© 2007 Kahdoosch

Of water

A touch so soft that air can find no victory,
an intimate cleansing, unconditional lover,
a gentle reminder, earth is often bathed,
And so does feel no need for any other

To cleanse all sufferings and tears,
When sufferings and tears are instants past,
To melt away the sorrows and the years,
our time will flow together ‘til the last,

All sufferings will have their cicatrix,
though scars are all but mem’ries of no wound
while water moulds and in it’s form does fix
All thoughts of pain itself remain marooned.


© 2007 Kahdoosch

Soulsmeet

How can I hold you when you are inside me
How can I see you when you are my eyes
Show me how I can release you forever
Together we rise into Serian skies.


© 2007 Kahdoosch