Thoughts and flowers from the lab
Pulled from the needs,
I forget the good
And feel the void
I dread the most.
You little expecting from me,
My empty big hands
That smile and run to satisfy.
Cold texture of pure poetry
Falling romantic on the street,
you, snow of this troubled winter,
Warm up my heart.
Unexpected and desired,
You infused magic in a routine too calculated
And hands that only work,
And do not caress enough.
I support with my orders,
My leadership annoys you
Yet keeps the boat afloat
And the night tight.
Your silence and complaints
Support me in the days
Of fights and hateful discussions
Worth a soft touch.
The year starts dark
And cold on my face
While you sleep sweet.
Tiny and helpless in your bed,
You father your strength and fearless explore and learn each day.
Brave, yet a baby,
Curious, yet checking on mum,
Each day you grow away
And into my life.
i hear my heart screaming
And my mind shushing it
With no respect.
Timid and true
The heart keeps silent
And the show goes on.
I am surrounded by balance
With a under loud core.
True to myself,
I open the valve.
The sun rises slow
And weak
In the cold mornings of walking solo.
My desk awaits me,
My family demands a warm hand,
My time is split
With sorrow and pride.
Far from my lab,
Into another protein world,
The wife man builds a theory.
Elegantly portrayed
It suits now on my desk,
In a childish naïve email
Pointing a finger at me.
The variables have changed,
Rearranged on a new order
In this life of unknown value.
Today a new road has been taken
And I am energized
As never before.
