The Lost Mirror

Everyday I saw your face
Your eyes, your nose and lips
When I stared at you in the eyes
They stared back at me intensely
Sometimes soft like morning dew
Sometimes wild like raging fire 
A face that hide a million story
Among triumph and agony
Mixture of compassion and cruelty
Between true love and pure lust
But none resembles goodness or evil
Like day and night appeared at once


Written by Reny Kanon
Tribute of Saint Gemini Saga
Disclaimer: I do not own the picture

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde was a name I have heard a long time ago after Shakespeare, but I just read about him recently. Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish writer and poet. His first creation I read was a short story titled The Fisherman and His Soul. Though he had a lot of tragedy in his life, he kept creating his works and his name will always be remembered in the world class literature art history.

The Longing Sadness

Day by day alone I sat behind my window
Staring at the falling wrinkled drying leafs
One by one they reached the cold ground
Then blown away by the dry autumn wind

Suddenly the light in my room began to dim
But still I stayed on my old leather couch
Until the street lamps were all turned on
I stood up and walked myself on to my bed

Rest myself on it but not my agitated mind
The lights from the moving vehicles broke in
And created moving silhouettes on my walls
Another restless night I had to go through

In every breathe I took I felt your absence
My eyes were dry out but I cried in silence
The tears streamed to the depth of my heart
And slowly this beating heart began to break

Leaving myself to what I had once believed
That one day you'd be back again in my arms
So I could once again kiss your rose wine lips
Within this heart would once again blossoms

Written by Reny Kanon
Disclaimer: I don't own the picture

Oscar Wlide's "The Fisherman and His Soul" sadest scene

The black waves came hurrying to the shore, bearing with them a burden that was whiter than silver. White as the surf it was, and like a flower it tossed on the waves. And the surf took it from the waves, and the foam took it from the surf, and the shore received it, and lying at his feet the young Fisherman saw the body of the little Mermaid. Dead at his feet it was lying.

Weeping as one smitten with pain he flung himself down beside it, and he kissed the cold red of the mouth, and toyed with the wet amber of the hair. He flung himself down beside it on the sand, weeping as one trembling with joy, and in his arms he held it to his chest. Cold were the lips, yet he kissed them. Salt was the honey of the hair, yet he tasted it with a bitter joy. He kissed the closed eyelids, and the wild spray that lay upon their cups was less salt than his tears.

And to the dead thing he made confession. Into the shells of its ears he poured the harsh wine of his tale. He put the little hands round his neck, and with his fingers he touched the thin reed of the throat. Bitter, bitter was his joy, and full of strange gladness was his pain.

But the young Fisherman listened not to his Soul, but called on the little Mermaid and said, 'Love is better than wisdom, and more precious than riches, and fairer than the feet of the daughters of men. The fires cannot destroy it, nor can the waters quench it. I called on thee at dawn, and thou didst not come to my call. The moon heard thy name, yet hadst thou no heed of me. For evilly had I left thee, and to my own hurt had I wandered away. Yet ever did thy love abide with me, and ever was it strong, nor did aught prevail against it, though I have looked upon evil and looked upon good. And now that thou art dead, surely I will die with thee also.'

And his Soul besought him to depart, but he would not, so great was his love. And the sea came nearer, and sought to cover him with its waves, and when he knew that the end was at hand he kissed with mad lips the cold lips of the Mermaid and the heart that was within him brake. And as through the fulness of his love his heart did break, the Soul found an entrance and entered in, and was one with him even as before. And the sea covered the young Fisherman with its waves.

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time on a sunny afternoon

I stood alone on a side of a crowded lake
A beautiful white swan caught my eyes
It was surrounded by the quacking ducks

The sun was burning so angry and dry
Resisting to be drown by the evening fall
I walked more closer to watch you better
It didn't take long for our eyes to meet

Like fresh water washed away the heat
Slowly it filled full my long drying heart
We smiled at one another with all desire
The hot burning sun had no longer flared

I kissed your lips under the twilight sky
We found each other in our long sadness
In my arms I held you close to my chest
Hoping the future would be on our side

Written by Reny Kanon

The Fisherman and The Mermaid

There was once a handsome fisherman, who was afraid of nothing except drowning, who fell in love with a beautiful mermaid. Each night she sung for him under the moon light.

The mermaid couldn't live above the water, and the fisherman couldn't live beneath it.
Every night they meet at the surface, she reaching up from the sea and he leaning over the side of his boat to kiss her red cherry lips.
And every night he felt the kiss a little differently. Sometimes it was gentle like ripples in rock pools, sometimes playful like foam at the edge of the beach, and sometimes wild like the wave pounding themselves against the cliff.
Day by day, breath by breath, he started to taste how dry the air was, and each day he ached for the evening when the mermaid’s kiss would once again wash over him.
The fisherman was happy but love cast a shadow on those it leaves behind, and the shadow is called jealousy. So the fisherman's wife and children knotted together an iron net of wicked, barbed chains and caught the mermaid while the fisherman was fishing else where. They killed the helpless creature quickly with dry knives and burned her body. Since that night the fisherman couldn't find his mermaid. Each time he called for her there were no answer. She never show up again on the sea surface. But he never stop looking for his lost love.
Less than seven kissless nights later the fisherman was found dead curled up in the bottom of his boat like a piece of dry rope. The doctor came to look at him to determine how he had died. He inspected the body carefully and gently. He was a thorough man so he went back to the house and looked at the wife and children too. This made them uncomfortable but nonetheless none of them told him about the mermaid, nor said anything about her murder. The doctor told the cruel family that their fisherman had died of a broken heart. But in his little book he had written what he really knew, strange though it was: the fisherman who was afraid of drowning had suffocated in the dry, dry air, exactly like a fish out of water.

Inspired and taken from The Fisherman and the Mermaid, The Water Book of the Knot-Shop Man
Disclaimers: I do not own the story or the picture

Clouds Without Rain

I came by to the place where I met you

I stared and stood there for some time
Felt the cold air moving through my face
The sun was sleeping behind the clouds

I couldn't find my shadow on the ground
Only cracks that gone wider each day
I bent my knees and touch the ground
Letting the dry dust running on my palm

I saw you smiling in my restless mind
I stayed for a while and started to smile
My days were cloudy but no falling rain
No embracing warmth or refreshment

I stood up and turn my back around
Began my steps back to where I came
In my heart I said to you I missed you
Each day I came to see if you're there

The nights were dull without the stars
In loneliness I went through my days
Time wouldn't stop tormenting my soul
My life were empty without your love

Written by: Reny Kanon

Winter Sun

I'm standing under the winter sun
Facing the cold wind in a bright day
My emotion froze under the icy lake
Nothing moves but the fears inside

But I keep standing to face the truth
To gain honor and fill full my destiny
To give my love my life and my pride
I'm dying before you and feel the pain


Blood streaming out from my wounds
Wet my body and stained the ground
I made mistakes I could never change
My soul was lost and still I tried to live

The smell of despair is crawling over me
I tried to fight but I kept on breathing it
Your tears couldn't wash my blood away
Please let go, let me end what I released

Written by Reny Kanon
Tribute to Alpha Dubhe Siegfried the God Warrior of Odin

Falling Sky

Day and night I stare up at the moving sky
The gray clouds are covering your blue surface
I wish I could be the wind to case them away
I wish I could reach your bright delicate skin

You only can be seen but couldn't be touched
I walked through the lonely road beneath you
A path that never ends with no certain answer
Like a lost soul that couldn't find it's way home

Day and night I saw you wondering above me
I wish I could be the clouds to be close to you
I wish I could be the sun that made you bright
Or the moon and stars that beautify you at night
Written by Reny Kanon
I love you my love, and i always will