Fervor in blue.

Did we earn each other…yearn for one another.
Floating like souls in space…both the same race.
Thousand and more miles away…we met that speciel day.
In our world, how can we meet…we both draw the sheet.

Like me you feel the world close…like you I feel no fervor from those.
Trying to fight our way…to find the fervor if we may.
A world that closes in on us…only to stop our rush.
Thousands of voices crying out…ending in this strangled scream so loud.

You and I follow the scent of our love…only to find it crused by the black glove.
On our own we don’t need anything…together we lack the most of everything.
It’s hands we never see…decide for us where we can be.
All in all it’s a simple task…but you never hear them ask.

We found the place where we can be…nothing they can ever see.
Our believe in the blue fervors…caught up in laws of lost favors.
The sound is the same here…as the sound is everywhere.
So the fervor in blue…never really can come true.

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

2 thoughts on “Fervor in blue.

  1. Amita Paul

    Like children in a Wendy House , lovers create a sheltered intimate space together , a world of their own within the vast universe around them , lit by the glow of a specially hued passion , only to find that the world is everywhere , and that the exclusivity of their fervour is only an illusion after all. A different kind of love poem , with a sense of loss inbuilt into it .


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