longing
With a silence of yours,
I sleep with my dreams;
with the end of the day, you —
I wake up, all for her.
With a joy of yours,
I hear people singing aloud;
with an end of yours,
comes another day, to you.
With every effort to understand you,
I surrender myself, deep into the darkness;
with every wonder of you,
it shines with the full moon, and turns magical.
With every hour about you,
I am lost — of memories, and of mind;
with every cry of yours,
I lose myself, and become myself.
Soon a day will come, when the phone will ring,
and one voice will echo in my ear:
“Panda, I can’t take it anymore —
she talks too much,
she sneaks too much,
she cries too much,
she gives me competition.”
Though I am not jealous,
I am a little scared of her;
and though I enjoy the madness with her —
how can two swords survive in one sheath?
The voices will echo, and my brain will ache;
time will pass,
from evening to night,
from night to day.
Those voices are coming, from far away —
I can hear them coming soon,
I hear them whispering, soon.
Nature is jealous of your smile,
the sky is blind to see your shine,
the wind is bound to drive your hair,
and time is flowing slowly —
just to keep your smile.
I would rather cross my mind,
and travel, alone, all of mine;
or behead my day, so full of head,
and, a day or more, live my life…
I carry all my deeds,
and the beads of my hate;
I whisper words of shed,
and expect my own side…
To the lonely night and day,
I dare to love once again;
travelling all myself, an unknown way,
I recall some of the lost rain.
It is turning to summer, for a change,
and I glance back for a familiar face;
but I witness myself in a crime of dilemma:
to be, or not to be, a part of this life again…
Like a night full of light,
scattered raindrops all over;
a skeptic moon under a dark cloud,
and a breeze of wind over my skin.
A fallen-apart rain of hope,
running short of you;
though whispering, alone, at night —
through the end, we reach the start.
From the far sky, I see a ray:
a moment of life,
a second of joy,
and the hope of the new;
artistically playing a game of hide-and-seek —
sometimes my dreams,
and the queen of the night: you, the moon.
A long way to go, still, to reach;
but beauty lies everywhere I go,
hidden beneath the clouds, or in your shine;
and I see you, laughing at me, and at my lonely night — with you, or without.
I just wish, sometimes —
wish I could only hope,
wish I could only believe,
wish I could only see thee,
wish I could only love,
wish I could only help,
wish I could only walk,
holding one familiar hand of my life: my childhood.
Wish — when I wished for everything, and I had it;
wish to be back when time was innocent;
wish when the sky was an endless beauty;
wish when the moon was my friend;
wish when I had nothing, but my peace;
wish when I had the courage to dream;
wish when broken houses were only card games;
wish — I could wish, now.
It hides in the hue,
to tell I am not with you;
and it shines anew,
to tell I am not from you.
It seeks the light of another,
to glitter the night for you;
it moves swiftly,
to tell the beloved of love.
It stands till dawn,
to let you sleep in his arms;
it ushers in a new day,
to believe in the existence of you;
it watches all night —
silent, and a sign of you.
You say one thing, and your eyes another —
making me believe it is all lies.
You say something, known to the unknown, I feel;
often it is close to the truth,
but it moves with a sharp turn of reality,
and rises again with the darkness and the night,
and sleeps with a weeping mourn…
Stars hide away, beneath the far dark night;
we look around in a daze, and find a shine all around.
Beyond the bridge lies an angel, smiling, abated;
to reach, to go, far away, where she hides her smile.
Day and night all pass away alike, outshining every pursuit,
to the untravelled path, and the inland depth of the sea.
Someday alone, or accompanied by a cry — but through;
and the morning calls, for treasure, at this time.
I wish I could take all your pain, and fill that place with happiness.
I wish I could fly you so high, you’d never feel scared of the height.
I wish I could love you so much, you’d never know what hate is.
I wish I could take you so far, no one would know who we are.
I wish I could bring heaven to earth, to show you what you deserve…