Tonight from the sky of your eyes,
stars rain on my poem.
The white paper invites my fingers,
to plant light.
Why are we afraid of dark?
The drops of diamonds light the night.
And jasmine’s perfume makes the air delicious.
Oh, let me be lost with you;
No one is looking, we must.
With your singing eyes,
sing a poem for my soul.
Oh, let me from this open door,
fly out to the dark night.
Though sleeping in a dreamy night,
let me see all the streets.
Do you know what I wanting this life?
I want to be you,
and you, me.
I want to run in all desert of fire.
I want climb all mountain of spring.
I want to be you,
and you, me;
since I don’t look to the end!! …
Ellie
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I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship.
As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again.
"THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!"
My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon.
As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country.
My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft.
"THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!"
"THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"
May 20, 2018 at 12:00 pm
This is so lovely!
May 21, 2018 at 1:45 am
Thank you.
May 21, 2018 at 8:27 am
Simply spell bounding
May 21, 2018 at 12:25 pm
Gratitude.