My Wish

Cloudless Nights

I still remember the days,

When there were no cities,

No lights, no streets,

Silence, no fray,

Just skies,

Of shadows and moons.

I guess it was inevitable,

Yet I couldn’t help but say,

That if you gave me one more day,

I would have never left you here,

Alone, lost in this festering fear,

You don’t need to believe me,

But I tried,

And when I simply couldn’t,

I cried.

I breathe my sighs,

Into the sinking air,

Blinded by lies,

Why is life so unfair?

Now it is the fog of regret,

That hangs over me,

Haunting in its silent breeze,

Taunting our memories,

I try to stifle the tears away,

Though impossible to keep much at bay,

I am sullen,

With hollow pain,

With the yearning,

That you’ll come back to me one day.

I wish we could go back,

To those cloudless nights,

When we could see those stars,

And laugh about our silly flaws,

And cry about our scars still raw,

And fall silent for whatever cause,

I just wished,

We were never so far.

Romance is blind,

The single lost kiss,

So hard to find,

The unknown bliss,

Hidden in the leaves of the Earth,

I'm still waiting,

For true love to birth.

It's funny how,

We look at words,

We are stunned by their meaning,

We give them so much prestige,

We are enchanted by their form,

Yet it is almost never thought,

That it all comes from our eyes,

From the other world,

Of silent nature.

We drown ourselves in the illusion,

That we drive our lives,

Lost in our own confusion,

There are always secret knives.

We believe we're so wise,

Blinded by unknown lies,

Our destinies held hostage,

By the forbidding skies.

Though who's to say,

That we can have it our way?

The truth held at bay,

From clueless minds,

The changes so mere,

Only seen when we rewind.

Life is not driven by us,

Though we may think we're the biggest bus,

That destiny lies in our hands.

But if you opened up,

Realize,

We are afraid to admit,

That life was never lead,

By us.

I call your name,

Because I'm a flightless bird,

I long for the days when you would hear,

The echoes,

The waiting,

Of my sorrow.

Although we are filled with worries,

There's this presence,

That sways in the breeze,

Creeping along the unknown lands,

Calling a name,

That seems to be familar,

Yet impossible to place.

Maybe we just believe,

That we are submerged in what we perceive,

Maybe we all live in denial,

Of reality's truth.

The constant howl of wailing winds,

The clouds above the sandy shores,

Vivid skies and setting suns,

The melody of birds high and sung.

Fire that caresses the flaring blue,

Seemingly scorching the beige hue,

Joy and serenity remain strong and true,

The life lived now with no such rue.

Storms that careen over the tidal waves,

Surging like the knight who was once so brave,

Wings of loft, upon my soul,

To the deepest seas, and the golden shoals.

I wish not to be with someone,

But with somewhere,

A place that is free,

With surreal scenery,

A place where I can watch,

The Sun,

At the crack of dawn,

The running fawns,

Grazing,

The looming mountains protecting,

The greenery,

The canyons,

The one canary,

Who sings its song,

Who makes me cry,

In sorrow and in joy,

I don't want to be with one,

I want to be with the setting sun,

The endless sky,

As I close my eyes,

And open my soul,

For I can trust the trees,

And listen to the rustling leaves.

Would piercing one's heart with an arrow,

Be any different than with words?

Life is nothing, but a dream within reality. -TheHen