Even that time when
the wind stopped
was not enough for me.
a single smile
a last bow
I love you.
Even if I become weary from the time
even if I become hurt from love
even that was a memory for me
You're taking your last bow
I love you
I love you
Fly away,
fly away love...
fly away,
fly away love...
The one true love of my life
good-bye
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Stay A Bit Forever
people come and go,
they steer through the morning dew
and vanish upon sunlight's glow.
They hop upon the northern breeze
and ride atop whispy clouds.
they dance a tune with one right foot,
and step the other towards the crowd.
oh how I'd love to make them stay,
walk them through the morning's day,
and hide the sun behind the moon.
I'd hold on tight and let the breeze past through,
make the skies so clear and blue-
a single cloud no trace nor clue,
slow them down as they guild my foot,
to and fro so there's just us two.
they steer through the morning dew
and vanish upon sunlight's glow.
They hop upon the northern breeze
and ride atop whispy clouds.
they dance a tune with one right foot,
and step the other towards the crowd.
oh how I'd love to make them stay,
walk them through the morning's day,
and hide the sun behind the moon.
I'd hold on tight and let the breeze past through,
make the skies so clear and blue-
a single cloud no trace nor clue,
slow them down as they guild my foot,
to and fro so there's just us two.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Longing Lovers
They've always wondered when they'll ever meet,
wake up in the mornings under the same sheet,
walk across a horizon's lapping wave,
sweetly hand in hand as one memory to save
For the routine has gotten old without someone to hold
And the walls become dull without a smile or a scold.
What of it of two perfect loves,
singing the same song as a pair of doves
Walking parallel lines that are governed to not traverse
but breathing the same breeze that had carried their whispers.
They will never know the wrath of fate,
its mock and slient humility born innate
for chance will never play a tune for them to dance
so that rhythmless the two can attempt to prance.
Believers of Destiny say it is never meant to be
but believers of Love will try relentlessly.
And still, even unaware they will always seek one another
connected and weaved, waking and sleeping in the same hour.
Whether it is in dreams that will mark their meeting place,
Or the strumming of both hearts at the same pace
it is only different places but the same sky,
different scenery from the same height,
different wishes upon one single star,
different doors entered but both left ajar.
The coincidences of longing lovers
live on stray hopes that always flutters.
wake up in the mornings under the same sheet,
walk across a horizon's lapping wave,
sweetly hand in hand as one memory to save
For the routine has gotten old without someone to hold
And the walls become dull without a smile or a scold.
What of it of two perfect loves,
singing the same song as a pair of doves
Walking parallel lines that are governed to not traverse
but breathing the same breeze that had carried their whispers.
They will never know the wrath of fate,
its mock and slient humility born innate
for chance will never play a tune for them to dance
so that rhythmless the two can attempt to prance.
Believers of Destiny say it is never meant to be
but believers of Love will try relentlessly.
And still, even unaware they will always seek one another
connected and weaved, waking and sleeping in the same hour.
Whether it is in dreams that will mark their meeting place,
Or the strumming of both hearts at the same pace
it is only different places but the same sky,
different scenery from the same height,
different wishes upon one single star,
different doors entered but both left ajar.
The coincidences of longing lovers
live on stray hopes that always flutters.
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