The wind played a song today,
said life keeps dancing.
Merry round goes the heart,
and turns back to me weeping.
Too long was the path,
didn’t hold on for me at all,
lost in worldly fame,
just let me go for all.
Steep runs the vein of pain,
Says “hold back please I beg”,
I may not fancy your life,
But love more than everything instead…
It read my tale for long,
thought you’d know it’s me.
You looked all around,
missed my side indeed.
I couldn’t ask you to return,
Deep down I guess is some fear.
Whispered loudly “I love you”,
Darling did you hear???
I don’t know how to say,
and turn to you all day,
but I keep watching,
to all our life play.
Nothing can sound so sweet,
0r look as pretty as we,
only fireflies all night,
can get you back to me.
Dancing around the shadows,
and lasting for every word.
I wish you all of worlds,
And meadows of endless love.
I hope you will remember,
And forget me never.
Coz I’ll have your back,
Now and forever…
There is this door that you keep knocking on,
a door so tightly shut.
You wait here for it to open,
I look at you in wonder.
Sometimes you turn around,
thinking you should walk away.
“Give me the strength to move”,
I hear when you softly say.
This time that you feel passing,
Is your life, your years, your days.
This world that you see moving,
Is your, don’t give it away.
This door so tightly shut,
won’t open, my mind keeps thinking.
But my heart says it will unlatch,
so does the sun, the wind, the rain.
Did you break someone’s heart?
or are you the broken one?
I have so much to ask,
but I can’t, seeing your eyes so numb.
This door that you keep knocking on,
who is on the other side?
can’t they hear you screaming?
crying for one last try.
Oh dear, when i look at you
I see so much pain my heart just melts.
I see love and faith and patience.
I see a person who would never give up.
I hope that this door opens,
and you find what you are looking for.
I give you all my wishes,
for your heart has waited too long.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked elipses ’gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.