A season of colour and love,
time beading every moment with it;
some faces are a crowd now,
but still travelling in the time of the mind —
just like flowing water through a pipe,
I am ceasing my every dime,
close to heart and life:
the same day, and the same time.
Tag: memories
memories
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Same Day and Same Time
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Being a Time
For a while, being a time,
I try remembering myself —
my will, my words,
my pain, and a world of happiness and sorrow;
and, for a time, being myself. -
Wish I…
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. -
Somewhere I Belong
I am leaving behind memoirs at every step;
some are known, and loved,
some are helpless, like feathers of cloud,
and bewildered, like my dreams at night,
and lonely, like my day without you.
But I am stepping forward, every day —
lost, and left behind, but stepping, to where I belong… -
Gazing Life
I recall my life, and reckon it through its flakes;
I have come so far, in an exile of time and its frame.
Not the plain I have come through,
not a bed of roses I have laid upon;
not the shelter and comfort of the beheld and safe,
not fearless of loss, or of weakening dreams,
not loved and cared for, all the way — but
I find a tranquillity when I look back at time.I step forward, and watch myself run afar,
to reach the end I always admire;
but the trees left behind, the shadow of them —
be they lovers or friends, I hold them still.
And in the nostalgia of time, I whisper my lonely words:
“Wish you were here, to complete this journey.” -
Lost Night
A glimpsed day, and its thoughts;
dreams, and the far reality of life;
someone to know, and to love,
someone to call, and to cry to,
and one to call your own.Sheared eyes, and time,
seeking for the one that’s lost;
to the past, to the future —
something to remember, and to forget,
something to hold, and to let go,
and one to keep safe, inside… -
Lasting Memory
I used to glance slyly, from beneath my drawing book,
at those deep, lost eyes that lured me, and my smile;
though they faded often, and were lost, seldom found —
how I would come early, to the rise, just to see that angel of “deep, dark eyes”… -
Sleep
In the arms of the night,
in the shadow of darkness,
in the wilderness of a new day,
in the weakness of a lost one;
in the grip of memories,
in the vision of dreams —
unstoppable, irresistible,
I sleep alone, with my love. -
My Heart and Life
Holding her arms, and a loving heart,
a widespread time of love and era;
springs of joy, and caresses,
holding every second I breathe,
with you, and with mine.I climb a new wall and shine,
underneath my old time;
I forget not the clinging of the past,
but I remember the beauty of yours.I hold her lips, and press mine,
with the greatness of a lost dime;
some may come between us,
but I forget not a single smile.I hold you deep inside me,
living you in every life I mean;
you come and go, but forever —
in my heart, and my life… -
Stay with Me
Stay in my heart,
stay in my life,
stay for the rest of time,
and never say goodbye.Stay, my friend;
stay, my student;
stay, my teacher;
taunt me, but never leave me.Stay with me,
stay with my memories,
stay with my love,
and never cry without me.Stay in the shadow,
stay in the smile,
stay in the unspoken —
but never forget me.Stay happy with me,
stay happier without me,
stay forever in memories,
and I wish you endless joy.