The dream reflects
As a mirror, my soul.
I seek you. I walk up and down the stairs. There's a myriad of people, but you are nowhere to be found.
I find everyone but you. And I know you are somewhere.
And I walk on and on and on.
The deeper the toughts
There's no more pain, I am in heaven.
...
It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
Your human touch is what I need
Miss you more than I could let you know
Miss the outline of your back
Miss you breathing down my neck
You smiled at me
Sadly, sweetly.
I wrote you. You replied. Jumped on the train, knocked on your door, and then the dream was over.
It didn't matter. You smiled at me. You replied.
But you were sad. I am unworthy.
Underwater dream
Not sure why. I saw in detail, you were diving, swimming. You were happily ditching me, we seemed to be on a cruise or a yacht.
You teased me, undressing, letting me se your bosom. You seemed infatuated with someone or something, very undefined.
You smiled throughout. As if rubbing your joy into me, locked in a cage. Perhaps I was a shark, finally caught and being laughed at.
I deserve to be locked, indeed.
Chained to all the places
He never wished to stay.
(I dream of you, and all the things you say
I wonder where are you now?)
Chasing the sun...
Fooling myself
Ah, my heart feels so still as I try to find the will
To forget her somehow
Oh, I think I've forgotten her now
Don't recall
The time of the accident.
But I remember the weather was heavy, stormy.
Or, maybe, it was just my soul.
I did not show up
I was merely roaming.
But I did. I did want to show up.
Problem is, I had left. And since then, I am heading nowhere.
...
all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how
...
And yes, you would have the one that saves me. I guess you did save me, once, twice, thrice, to the infinite. When after all, I should have saved you.
Every massage
I feel relaxed, I feel in tune, I feel at peace.
My mind and spirit immediately fly towards you.
The shortest night
The night I let you go away.
Because i fell into a lingering dusk. There's no night nor day to follow, no light, and therefore, not even your shadow.
I am lost as you probably found yourself.
Living a hell
Living your ghost
Living your end
Never seem to get in the place that I belong
(Silence is not the way)
I want to believe
That above the wall of silence, there's a flaming sky, as the first stars join us.
You have your back against the wall, tired, but at peace.
And, somewhat, smiling - I am right on the otherside, with my face glued, seeking cracks that may give me a glimpse of your light.
...
Absent. Silent. Shattered.
Fondly remembering the moments I stepped up is my only hope. Even if only in my imagination did I 7 years ago woke up next to you.
Down the memory lane
in this land of strangers
there are dangers
there are sorrows
But mostly, there is kindness, there is hope, there is a flash of reconciliation that I was not always a bad person.
I was once unafraid and naive, a dreamer seeking a soul, eager to know the world and beyond.
And some people remind me of that. In the midst of danger and sorrow, there are memories stored in some shoebox, ready to see the light for a brief moment in time.
Waking up
On some remote island. For once you are sleepy, and the light entering the room is faint and smoky.
I contemplate you for a lingering moment, stretch my arms, look at how naked we were. You have a leg sticking out, i can see the contour of your shoulders, have a urge to kiss you, but refrain. It is your birthday after all.
So, time to go fetch breakfast, flowers, a unique gift you have been craving for, a magazine to lightly read and enjoy the sun, the sea, me.
I feel energized. Making you happy make me thrive. You softly wake up as I enter the room, and sit by your side. "Good morning, my Love". You smile, that bright, wide, wondrous smile that princesses and queens envy. You reach my hand, pull me close, we kiss. A warm, deep, loving kiss. You tremble a bit, but I stop you. I want to feed you, with food and care, show you the gifts, the meal, ensure you know I thought of you.
You again smile, even more broadly, hug me with a grateful squeeze, but then get up, kiss me, and we playfully fall in the bed. You laugh, of joy, I can no longer resist, I never wanted to, and breakfast is delayed until further notice.
We spend the day swimming, walking hand in hand, napping, reading, making Love.
Happy dreamy birthday.
Countless
Hours, days, months, years, just to muster the courage to be polite.
Long due.
And yet, shivering from being rebuked, and rightly hammered for daring to do so.
Le Rouge et le Blanc
places come, places go, precision fades in time, space and memory.
Yet something undoubtedly lingers. Unequivocally.
and, yet, I find, I know. 17 of June. The oldest memory I can precise. It was a Wednesday. I searched after for grip heart for some reason. There had to be a reason.
10 years, I thought it might have been earlier.
La vie n'est pas en rose
C'est noir et blanc. Je suis dans le noir, dans le absence de lumiére.
Tu est dans le blanc - la Vie avec tous les colours, ensemble, couvrant tout le spectrum. C'est ça, la Paix.
Post Tenebras Lux. J'ai du croyez, au lieu, je suis au coeur du peur, perdu, loin.