Swallow's Dance

My wish

I wish to scream floods,

To scream away scorching pain,

To bring back your soul.

It is the very existence of time,

Then comes the lingering lives,

The loss of death.

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.

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.

I remember the day, when I opened the door,

And I looked upon a cat, upon the soaked floor,

It’s abyssal fur frizzled, the color of midnight,

The yellow eyes, with a tint of light,

Stared at me, with unknown resilience,

Testing me for something that I ought to know,

Yet, suddenly it began to snow,

Flurries, soft, and gentle,

And when they smothered the night,

It blanketed the cat,

Who plodded inside,

Who had the slyest smile,

Who came to my legs, and leaned its head,

The purring ever so slightly,

The little paws gripping on tightly,

The stray cat, so calm, so warm,

Its breathing body strong amidst the cold,

And it fell asleep within my home.

Words would mean nothing,

If there wasn't a story behind them.

I don't think I would ever be the same,

If you were killed,

And gone from my life.

Boredom is in a way,

Sense of freedom.

The only reason you're bored,

Is because you chose,

Not to act.

If you had to choose one,

Between two,

Who would you choose?

There really is no lie,

Impossible to deny,

Why, why, why,

Does it always have to end in demise.

Neither is better,

A heart compared to a feather,

Can't I choose all?

Or must one fall?

- I am torn.

Fling the snow into the air,

On to the trees who are bare,

Dazzle the skies with a pure white,

Now Winter feels just alright.