I'd send you a dream in another e-mail
And open my heart to attach,
But it would be hard to explore and unveil,
Since digits and feelings don't match.
The digits of love are a changeable thing
Without a permanent code,
However, the vivid emotions they bring
Still fill the handwritten plain note.
My messages turned to a terrible mess,
Unfiltered, they bury the truth,
It's hard to conceal, and it's hard to confess
They all are mistakes of my youth.
A look through the glass back to winter of fate
Reminds me of beautiful times
When magical digits from zero to eight
Appeared as love fixed in rhymes.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | January 11, 2012 - 20:39
I really got so much pleasure from reading this
poem, it was so full of beautiful feelings, of
maybe saddness and regrets, of things that should,
or shouldn't have been said.
Wonderful poem.
Jenny.
P.S. Hope I got the message in the poem right, if
not, I apologise.
scratch | January 11, 2012 - 21:06
Thank you April a lovely submission and really noteworthynthe way that you use techo-code and e-communication in this way it conveys a transcendence of the power of love regardless of the vogue of it's cipher across the ages. Thanks for sharing.