All through my slumber; I don’t want the night to end.
While I’m sleeping and dreaming the world never ends.
There’s no healing as dormant volcanoes erupt and earthquake shudders.
There isn’t a slightest reason or pardon when people end up in rubbles to expire forever.
There is always hope to find survivors under the rubble, even in these hours.
A couple of brush strokes in red and green, is not as real as a rose in nature well seen
There’s nothing much of a joyful feeling when an impressive sunset is occurring, watching all the beautiful colours vanishing into darkness of the night, standing by yourself.
A rose bud is well seen in the morning,
when dewdrops enrobe its velvet petals.
And better scented during early sunset,
the day’s warmth spread its perfume.
A spontaneous poem I wrote about feeling scared while reading WikiLeaks!
Will my tears be all washed away sometimes soon?
Pensively, I express random words here and there…
Pensively those I often love to say and keep
All things that I have had in my mind for years
All along, to escape when the news shows-up
Paranoia will always be there on my heavy back
Here with me too keep me going scared but cautiously
With tremendous fear, I often tremble ever so much,
When I encounter while reading these damn WikiLeaks
by Hermione (me)
Copyright © 2005-2011
by LuVhermit @ 2011-04-06 – 17:37:59
LH
Gone so gentle and unseen into the dark night,
it could be seen as a lost star floating fast by,
it could be heard as a sweet fainting violin tune,
it could also be lived short as a losing light,
when the moon will be gone, no stars will shine.
Time for a small poem in reply to Yubin’s thought: The phrase “blue moon”
How is time seen and well endured,
when light runs faster than thoughts?
How is it possible to enjoy night more,
because we love its inspired calmness?
So that night, the moon’s glare was blue,
as in time of the season it was all due!
Hermione
Video of the poem
The Moon Glare (poem & piano by Hermione)
http://vimeo.com/73672043
Yet another related response to Gaeia’s poem “Forget me when I die”
Forget you not;
certainly not disregarded when you pass on,
I will make sure that you won’t be ignored,
and tears will be shed into a long river flow…
Never forget a fine friend that was pleasant,
and you have always been, everybody will cry.
Lovingly Words and Thoughts 
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