The sun lit low today,
So were the moonbeams at night,
We had fought many a wars,
and won them
We had made a lot of peace,
and lost them..
The winds chased me around,
in search of me,
Love is fire,
and the death of a flame,
that the same winds dissolve..
And even though we’ve parted,
something of you,
remains in me..
something of me,
remains in you,
and my heart makes me wonder,
what that could be..
No one will know what could have been,
The times are different,
and the people too..
As the melodies in time,
ascend and descend too,
The cries of yesterday were heard,
There are no futures we would be hearing from..
A great yearning that no one seems to quench,
A little jolt of thunder that I had in my possession,
Went away but..
All that I have now,
To help me rest easy is that,
Something of you,
still remains in me,
something of me,
still remains in you..
I had to cry when no one was looking,
Had to dance in the dark to my own song,
I had to escape the infinity,
that I knew would mold me otherwise,
Can I really paint a picture?
if all the colors are grey..
One of these days,
Time will not mean a thing,
I will return to my future,
of that I am sure,
I will nourish the seeds of fate,
of that I am sure..
I have not forgotten that,
There is no recluse in wrath,
for every second lost,
radically away from the schism,
me finding me,
you finding you,
while the rest of us meditates,
the skies of yesterday..
..and even though we’ve parted,
something of you,
still remains in me,
something of me,
still remains in you,
and my heart makes me wonder,
what that could be..
“No reason is completely silent and separation can always be sensed”
Atsoulsearch 