Longing

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In the jar of monotony I fell in so deep

Forgot how it feels to hold loving hand

Never stood still since I left my homeland

So far from loved ones my heart fell asleep

Did not want the pain, did not want to weep

My dream fell apart, that’s not what I planned

Never intended to build castles in the sand

I struggled I battled I started to creep

 

Now I still yearn but I found my way

I found what I needed I relieved my pain

I know I am on the right track today

I’m brought back to life, I’m hopeful again

Where I am right now I will always stay

Thanks to you my friends – Happy I’ll remain

 

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Raven

 

He visits my window every morning

Proud, beautiful and bizarre

Rejected by others, alone

But gifted with extraordinary power

Marvellous wings

Shine in my darkness

Where the light

Makes me sick.

He soars with the wind

To fly in his loneliness

Innocent but meant to be alone

Till the end of his days

He appears in my window

And he looks into my soul

Fulfilling it with his power

And making me feel calm 

When he flies away I know

He will be back

Forever connected

With the chain of similarities

Me and my white raven

Bridge

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Do you remember those stars?

Their sharp almost unreachable arms

Pierced my heart so many times

It’s now numb from sorrow.

You’re still here…

Not physically,

But you are.

Everyday…

Every second..

When I rewind the frames of my memory

Or when I sail on the river of my thoughts

Every snapshot

And every flash of light

Is you.

Do you remember the delightful mornings

On our beloved fields of gold?

Or our passionate dance

vibrating in the darkness?

Or the whispering nights

Interrupted  by the melody in our ears?

Do you remember when us two

Became one?

One perfect unity

Floating to the rhythm

Of the pulsating dance floor.

But this picture fades away

With every drop of time.

And as long as the rest of hope

Holds the bridge between us

There’s still a way back…

N for Nostalgia

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An autumn wind brought the face of nostalgia
Memory of his meaningful eyes stopped me
So warm, so soothing, so promising…
Strong arm around me, I found the way to embrace
Every moment like a risk I was to weak to take
Was it me or is my memory such a good illusionist?
Because somehow perfection turned into a failure…

He looked at me differently that particular day
Affraid of the unknown and the unknown was me
The battle he fought endlessly with himself
So determined to loose but prelonging the victory
He held my hand carefully as if for the last time
He gave in without any whisper of a warning
Smiled with sorrow and walked away forever.

Now all I’ve got are these foolish memories
Memories of a perfecton that failed flawlessly
Like a little boat on a stromy sea we sailed
Even when wrecked enjoying every bit of sunshine
And we both let go with a bitter aftertaste
Discouraged by the wrongness and despair
I surrendered and you have let me