What the hell I'm seeing all this
A slide shows of your torn clothes
Your sadness
That I saw inside my dark screen
When I so much wanted you all
To be warm and happy
O! sun of my soul
I admit I had turned my head many times
Away, away from where I stood
In the past,naive I was
And tender my young eyes
Which may have made you think
That I did not value your adoring look
That I was numb to your feelings
Please know that
I was only growing up
I was only feeling
The way I was feeling
Wrong place and wrong time
Wrong wind that blew off key
I would,If I could play with this beast
O sun of my soul!
To spread my loving wings
I pulled my sleeping horse
For the journey thru hills of thorns
2007 Copyright Roshan Tulachan
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Reviews of "O! sun of my soul"
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 14, 2007
Rosh,
This one ends in such hope and beauty. Thank you!
Peace,
Joselyn
Enjoyed this wonderfully contemplative work on the conflicting needs to honor the integrity of others as well as that of oneself. Very lyrically engaging.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
This one ends in such hope and beauty. Thank you!
Peace,
Joselyn
Aberjhani
I don't need a freedom
All I need is the sky
To spread my loving wings
Marvelous poetic thoughts, Roshan.