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Such sweet sounds During this time, Yet so delicate, I am afraid to hold it For fear that it would shatter at my touch. But I pick it up In my trembling hands anyway. I hold it gently, Cradling it as if it were a child Of some old, but treasured item. I see movement from the corner of my eye, I look up to see you. You smile sadly to me and say: "I'm sorry, but I must go on without you." You turn and head for the door. I follow, Forgetting what preciousness I hold in my hands. As you close the door behind you, Without a backward glance, The sweet sounds shatter on the ground And I am plunged Into darkness and despair. |
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I sit here, Surrounded by candlelight, The smell of incense, And the sad, desolate music of my soul, As it always is when I am here.
Lost in thought, I think of you. Though I have never seen Nor heard you, I believe that I know you. But I can never be sure, For things change quickly.
A chill runs up my spine And I shiver. I wonder, Where are you? Wishing that we could speak.
Sleep pulls at the corner of my mind, But I ignore it, As I am so used to doing. I press on with my thoughts. "If things were different..." "If only I could just..."
I sigh, Know that what I dream Could never be. A candle flickers, Casting strange shadows across the wall And does the same to my mind.
I am trapped Within the confines of my life. I again wish to be free.
I read your letter again, Going over it in my mind. It screams: "I miss you, where are you?" In ever sense, The sound echoing in my head.
A sharp pain in my shoulder, And the sleep That had been softly tugging at my mind, Gives a final pull. I fall... |
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True love That comes to me in dreams. Whom I know, Or so it seems. Sweet love of mine Comes from far away During the sleep of night Or my dreams in the day. I wait For the two of us to meet again, As we do know Or through my pen. For I tell the truth Through what I write. Though no others may know Lest they come to light. True love, That comes to me in dreams. Whom I know, Or so it seems. |
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