The Blank Lines

 
  "The blank lines you wrote,

       are sweeter than 

      the words of love,

         from your fingertips.



      'cause they speak of the,

         hidden feelings,

         in your heart,

        although I can only sense them,
  
          but can't see.



        The actual words

      flow from your heart,

          to your fingers,
 
         and are,

        covered, clothed,
 
           and thus hide the 

       true nature of emotions that
         
          sprung from within...



       I love the blank lines,

           because they are not empty,

        but a beautiful canvas to me,

              where I can paint

         my beautiful thoughts,


                                 
         thoughts that are

           more meaningful 

          to me than,

           science and man made logic,



       I love the blank lines,

        because they are not empty spaces,

            but a beautiful void,

          made of stone,

         where I can engrave,

           my most ardent fantasies,



        fantasies that are unreal,

           but more surreal and true

    to me than, reality and truth.

 
                                                     
       I love the blank lines because,

          they are not immaterial,

         but pure and soft clay

             which I can mold 

         with my fingers,

                caress 

             with my desires,

          and give a beautiful shape

            that is

          utterly divine and holy,


                                                       
           a statueette that
             comes alive

                in the,

       darkness of my solitude.



                                                    
   The blank lines are everything,

        and more precious,

     to me than anything 

         I could ask for,

        for they are my source
 
          of endless dreams......." 




-HS

Pfenguin

         

 Pfenguin, can I be with you
 
     in the North pole?
 
    Anywhere cold? 
 
   I will try to keep you warm
 
  with my little wings, 
 
      And not-so-furry body,
 
     I am but another poor Pmenguin....
 
 

   I will search for you 
 
       all over until I find you.
  
    I will hold your hand 
 
           and we will walk
 
      together out in the cold.
 
  Please only say you will 
 
     wait for me in a
 
    quiet place until I get there
 
     and promise not to get lost 
 
       in this shady and 
 
       unfriendly world, 
 
 
                   
where friends can 
 
     turn against you,
 
   where the winters 
 
        are really cold,
 
   where love blooms with the
          
      struggle of a little thorn
 
        bush in the desert,

  
                    
    My heart cries out for you, 
 
         only they are no
 
      drops of tears you see, 
 
          but drops of red,
 
      the blood that keeps me warm,
 
           that keeps out the 
 
     cold from settling in 
 
       and putting me to an 
 
     endless, peaceful sleep, 
 
                          
 
       but that peace is no
 
     peace my little Pf, 
 
          without you by my side.
 
        I truly and sincerely 
 
     want to find you, don't
 
       you want to find me too?
 

Ice Panda...

 	He came all the way

           from the North Pole
 
                bear factory.

        Separated from his brother bear,

             mummy bear & grumpy

                  daddy bear,

 
        
	 He can keep,

          just about anybody warm.
     
               Especially when they are
  
                  in his tummy. :))


                                   
	He likes to eat fish

            and play snow golf
      
               with his buddies,
 
                 the Pfenguins.

 
        
	And he dreams all night,

             and sometimes, counts
 
                the stars,

            at night up in the sky. ***

 
                              
        And when there is an
 
             ice hockey game on,

               he yells,
 
               "Go Avalanche"



            But when there is a tear
 
                 drop in his eye,

             which freezes even before
 
                   it falls on the snow,

                  near his feet,

                    he realizes, how
 
                  beautiful the world is,

                and how lucky he is to be
           
                         alive.





-hs