pAiNS

Paintings I did of a crescent moon,
waiting, wishing my love sees it soon,
sleeps behind the dark night shadows,
hoping in whispers of heart-broken sorrows.

A picturesque sight of it before him,
of a maiden seated in thoughful dream,
of dashing waves against the rocks,
of a gigantic waterbed, the love it blocks.

I wish in tears all my longing nights,
the wishes if granted, the gods they might,
I wish he was here to hold me in his arms,
I wish to see again his enigmatic charms.

Not once did I ever feel such a touch,
never again will I fall this much,
because the painting is all still undone,
with him out there forever just gone.

So, I stay in my little room in vain,
my heart stained with every grain of pain,
at each passing second an unknown love chase,
the pains in the portrait of his face.

Copyright ©2005 Theren Alexander

LovE aT sUnsEt

My heart held still with a different beat,
the feeling came by so suddenly,
I looked to it without much recognition,
and couldn't explain why I was happy.

It was admiration for those almond eyes,
as they gazed back at me in an appeal,
coupled by that irresistible smile,
death befall if looks could kill!

I was sixteen, stupid and in love,
fresh at the fruit of my innocence,
naive, perhaps, too young for such emotions,
but I have loved and took the chance.

All the while the flames were kindling,
I let my affection drift by untouched,
he didn't know how much I loved him,
I didn't know I loved him that much...

Copyright ©2005 Theren Alexander

tHE pAinTER

I sat to sketch a wonderful sight,

yet so sadly as I'd been,

I painted a broken heart tonight,

the one you have never seen.

I drew of love that's meant to be,

along the rivers and the streams,

of a fantasy living in reality,

a painting that speak of dreams.

Copyright ©2005 Theren Alexander

In A Writer's Life

when she opens her eyes,
to her life everyday,
she goes about living,
in her own simple way.

everything she does,
and everywhere she goes,
her eyes are focused,
on what ger heart knows.

they say she is a loner,
worst, is a frustrated fool,
but when you get to know her,
she can be just as cool.

she's seeking for ideals,
from a certain inspiration,
then she writes a chapter,
touched by magic sensation.

she lives to survive serenity,
she has reasons to be quiet,
her life is all so different,
bitter than of romeo and juliet.

she is, afterall, a writer,
who makes a difference in us,
whose mind is beyond the skies,
who created a life that never was.

Copyright ©2005 Theren Alexander