She speaks little, but her eyes hold a whole sea of the world;
she holds me seldom, yet her heart is always full of the lover;
though she knows me little, she loves me for all that I am —
but she does not know: I will be everything she ever desired.
Tag: longing
longing
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She
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She Comes and Goes
I am far through the sea’s depth, but still lost within;
I reach my thoughts and speak to myself — but of you…I ask her to come in dreams, not in life — though I want her there;
I wonder at her eyes each day, despite the tears I collect every time…I asked her to come and live again, for all the love that still remains;
and she makes her moves, while I waste my time…She comes, and goes, and whispers — sad, this time;
but I know, alas, she is the one — I laughed through all my past, with a cry. -
Dreamer
Like the memoirs of a day,
I welcome these winds;
like your breath,
I breathe this night, every day.And like the night that comes every day,
I come with the hope of you;
and like the silent whispering of love at night,
I love you, each day. -
Farewell to Love
I fly to the sky,
and pass my dread aside;
I walk upon the cloud,
and find you by my side…I open my arms,
hold her eyes, and cry;
she whispers nothing new,
but I hold her tighter still.I dive to the ground,
and lose her now;
I pray for her to come with me,
but the goddess has her refusal.I cross my heart and weep alone…
but she never comes to see me by;
time goes, and her love with it —
yet I am still here, to see her by my side. -
Forever Smile
She looks around, and flies away;
out of her wings, she brings her memories;
through a day and a night, she murmurs —
like a walking shadow, she lives each day… -
Height of Evening
Silence all around,
when the birds aren’t chirping aloud;
I come by, then, at the time
when you reach the height of evening.Utter a sincere lie,
and lay yourself down in the town,
where there is no one around,
and darkness reaches the height of evening.You come, surrendering to the soul,
gripped by a differential thought;
you whisper a name, but no one knows —
in the silence of the evening, and its height… -
Start to End
I am walking down memory lane,
the one I met first, but never last;
still deep in every lonely day,
lost deeper, and remembering all the way…Retrospective, travelling this time —
the one in my worst, and forever;
friend, or beloved — but the one;
and whether I lost or won, still the last one…Drifting through one more memory,
I wanted, but never the way;
and I wondered, long, for one,
and ended up with a lost beloved…All the way through this journey,
one has been there, all the way;
once a friend, a beloved, a friend again —
but the start, and the end, with me. -
The Moment of Love
Once in a while in the day,
filled with love and life,
yes — it came to start,
with the end of the line of desire,
but the long way to another time.I guess it wasn’t the right choice;
I wondered through dusk and dawn,
with eyes filled with hope and love,
but the dew of a shack,
and the shame of neglect,
answered only the shadow of time.And yet the end came with a “yes,”
and I wondered all the dark night;
but the answer came with the truth of none,
and again I wondered, of hate and love —
the beautiful moments of life…not with the one I got,
but with the one I lost long ago,
in that one moment of love. -
Another World
Glaring, those black eyes at mine —
I wonder, who is the angel?
I moved back to the yard, and caught a glance of her:
she is my love, and you…Holding back my heartbeat every time,
I steady myself, and whisper in her ear,
“Will you be my forever, in every life?”
And she smiles back, and says yes to me…She pressed her lips to mine,
and I wandered, in a wonderland;
though she knows this is only for a while,
she is the one I know — with love…I move back to my present, with hope,
and all I see is one faint message of hers:
“I know you, but you are not mine.”
I know she is mine — but in another world. -
Thou
Here you are, in my heart —
but not in my life…
Surely you live in my dreams,
but not in my life.
You give me love,
but not the one I desire.
You know what is mine,
but not the one I know.
You owe me nothing —
but I owe you my life…