Playing hide and seek, Partially-spoken passion, Now a time-consuming, tired ache, How momentary chaos turns pale, As each breath gently curves Away, from phenomenal dappled vision.
Could it be that life shivers briefly? Braking each and every magician, Exodus! Seems to be my prototype, Life shivers before my eyes, Emotions dress in exuberance, but Timeless happiness slumbers yet again.
I walk into my infinite jungle, That is where I feel at home, Free to embrace my own silence, To roam, Chanting through the world, As my soul dances in its own composition, Without music
Life! I live it my way, A roadblock at the end of each highway, Minds with different depths and view, I have come across, but only a few, I am simply tired, Then again, I live my life, my own creation, insane.
Hibernation, an old time remedy, Has turned my life into a comedy, But Im tired of the games it plays, The emptiness it scatters across my heart for days, Where my partially-spoken passion lays, Tired, aching. Shall I be patiently waiting? Maybe.
Matters none, I can paint my own ice-blue hyacinth, Kissed by the morning ocean breeze, Where sense and sensibility walk hand in hand, Brimming from its shores, My feelings scattered across the sky, It is there, where they cry, they live and die, Wondering, if happiness is worth to be defied.
by
Karine Ovsepian 09/23/06