S&F

Stumble and fall, I can't have it all,
Maybe tomorrow, just not today,
You could've come with the wind & carried me away.
Faltering over me, just so you'd see,
I could've been, so much more for you,
But when we've been through so much, it's hard to see through.
Stumble and fall, I'd heard your call,
But it wasn't strong, not enough,
You could've, should've, come & picked me up,
To fix the pieces of me you'd left.

Breathing Petal Dust

The lightening struck those who prayed,

For endless love, not fadeaways.

The shock hits hard, and carries on,

A twitching body, a soulless heart.

Till it withers to nothing but dust,

Pick it up,

Gather it,

Treasure it,

Let it rust.

The carcass lies windless and still,

Dead petals crouching about.

But then,

A hand moves steadily in,

Clutching the rusted petal dust.

To never let go, to give a breath,

My hand should stay there for love.

Raining Life

Dated: 9th July 2009, 2:41 AM

It rained across the window panes,

A few drops, each second,

And a million then.

From these many that splattered on,

Two drops stood out,

One common ground.

They trickled in lines that scarred the pane,

Heading down, yet together,

Heading to one another.

And the moment much awaited struck,

When the two, slowly,

Created one.

It lasted for moments too short,

But seemed like days,

And years had passed.

And just like the two trickles formed one,

They parted their ways,

As quickly broken as begun.

Only one looked back, yet carried along,

Memories of tears and laughter found.

The Endless Bridge

To be myself with you as I see,
Feels free, wholesome.
You make me, me.
There you go,
Running through my mind,
In a gush of wind so strong.
Empowering that you are,
You control me,
In a way I adore.
Do so, but gently, please,
For the frailness of a heart,
Plagues into the mind,
And can ruin the bridges,
That take so much to build.

I do love you.
This hurts more than you can imagine.
This distance, this gap, but yet there's something.
Something so strong, so epic,
That keeps me holding on.
Just four letters, then, three words.
They are enough.

Apologise

It's not too late,
For the spring to fade,
For the sun to set,
For the river to flood,
For the wind to gush,
For the trees to split,
For the mountains to shake,
For the flowers to wilt,
For the leaves to brown,
For the forests to disappear,
For the clouds to melt.
It's never too late,
For the Gods to kill,
And for man to give up.

Art

Belief in the admirer,
Crushes to stone,
As he looks upon the painting.
This is his silence,
Withheld surrender,
Rapid words that crush.
The moment stands still,
The words will run out,
But the belief - it stays.
If they gash through the canvas,
Then who is to blame?
He who demolished,
Or she - who became?

The Calling

Falling hard to hit the ground,
And then it shakes to never be found,
Going down to nothing at all,
Reaching low towards its call,
Out of nothing comes the numb,
And then it collapses, all at once.

Someone once told me, you can't have everything.
They couldn't either.