You radiate sunshines of happy things!
For are you not everyone’s dear?
The fleeting sweetness of all stings;
The desert wind for ev’ry wandering ear.
I shall be happy of my chance:
I am at luck to have been a friend!
A pleased observer of your ev’ry dance.
A sand in your hourglass you can spend…
When all the lively things have now turned gray.
And absence is more frequent than the air.
You are tossed to this horrible despair!
Like that which your young mind can never pay.
Indeed, you’ve been with this for very long.
Hands against your ear seem to not suffice.
This deafening silence found in your eyes.
Like as if no amount of pain is wrong!
All that minor glitch of misfortune;
Ripples like hell towards eternity!
And all the notes contribute to the tune;
Of lines of oddity and uncertainty.
All that is left is a human half dead.
A seeming structure of sleep and wake.
A soul that is said to have been misled.
A mask whose existence is none but fake!
I sorrow here
Without a doubt
Because I fear
I’m all about:
That cannot afford…
You to please.
I sorrow here
In my refrain
That I do fear
Words will drain
From my mind
And weak heart:
Find –
In it, thou art!
I sorrow here
For I always do
When I fear
I’m f
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for YOU…
She lays herself to sleep.
She knows that I am there…
Yet, somehow, she doesn’t.
She travels into the land of chaos.
Tranforms into all sorts of things.
—
Then, she wakes.
Memories come rushing through, like morphine to her veins.
Oh, she’s alive!
She remembers how she hates this reality.
She hopes this ends.
Unbearing the painful reality, she rises.
I, still watching her, unknowing of her undoing, smiles.
She doesn’t notice.
She knows I am there…
Yet, somehow, she doesn’t.
Ajar in front of I, you I cannot own;
Sleeping in your demise in a place you do not know;
You breathe with your gentle nose such sweetness you have alone;
While I remain grasping the beauty you are bestowed.
Ajar in front of I, you that I revere;
Sleeping amidst the peril of your world;
So incessantly, infinitely sincere;
That I remain to be yours, as to myself, I’ve told.
Ajar in front of I, need I say enough?
Ajar, ajar… ajar, ajar;
You play with my breathing with a laugh!
You sadden me like the moon glooms the earth.
For my woes are like your scattered clouds;
That halos you and your lovely birth.
To which a swarm of worshiper crowds!
Your coward slave that in my heart lies,
Screams for the darkness of your light.
And so, as my useless sadness cries,
You turn my soul into night!
So for even ones let me sleep on your chest.
Like as if I am that whom it contains.
Let all the arguments of the world rest!
Let you and I ease our pains.
I am yours if you should ask;
Like the earth is for the moon.
Yet you are not my mask,
And your love shouldn’t be mine soon…