I loved like moth circling the flame,
yes , i destroyed myself…
But still i love you hopelessly..
and i am in nostalgia of yourself…
years back when i was kid..
walking on the sand with you
with waves washing our feet
and the way u caressed my hairs
it made me feel so real.
Even today i go to that place…
and when wet breeze greets me.
in the sand i see your face…
Yes even today i love you hopelessly..
and i am in nostalgia of yourself
i crave for those times past,
a frozen bunch of moments dropped
from a dead tree as berries-
Sweet they taste, of love and light
safety and love as I am flung from the precipice
into a maelstrom of sensation:
a utter feeling of desolation…
Lying close, feeling your breath on my skin
feeling them move inside, to whisper,
your kiss used to take me in
to be truly joined, heart and soul
Sitting on the heap of broen dreams facing eternity
watching the waves undulate towards shore,
And my friends tell me “Move on she is no more”
The past has died, even now the present is cooling,
all that is left is tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
Always before, the spring returned.
The bright world in its cycle spun In air and flowers, grass and fern.
Assured and cradled by the sun.
Always before, you could explain
The turning darkness of the earth,
And how that dark embraced the rain.
And gave the ferns and flowers birth.
Already I forget those things.
And how a vein of gold survives
The mining of a thousand springs,
The seasons of a thousand lives.
Now winter is my memory,
Now autumn, now the summer light-
So every spring from now will be
Another season into night.
