Have we met before?
In this lifetime or perhaps the last –
Are we just lost souls looking for each other
Time and time again?
I wonder if you would come to know me
The way I’ve never been known
And perhaps I could then come to know you,
The way you’ve always wanted to be known
I wouldn’t call it love
So why am I,
Even after all of this time,
I can see her back facing mine,
White like snow, translucent under the moon
The curve of her shaking shoulders
As she sobs into the night.
The break of her voice before it quietens,
The eventual silence before the break of dawn
Silently she’ll stand naked in the dawn of light,
With her back, still facing mine.
You always easily fill in the gaps,
Of missing time and missing moments.
You easily bridge these,
And the gaps in my heart.
The words that are hard to say,
The feelings that are about to burst,
You so easily hold them,
As if these walls were nothing.
I am always filled with this overwhelming feeling
Like something that threatens to burst
Opens and explodes in my heart.
And words aren’t enough
There can be no words to describe what it is exactly
Or why I am so consumed by this
I have no way of explaining why I feel so much
And so little at the same time
I’ll hold the sun with these hands
And let it fade across the skies
A burst of colours moving
So you can always walk in light
To see the golden in your skin
And the strands of sun in your hair
Against this pretty backdrop,
It feels as though time has stopped.
It’s been a while since I’ve last written
The hopes and dream scattering in my palms.
The elusive future, as I sit in front of the windows
The city lights and the city stars
The tiny people in the far distance.
The body of water shimmering in darkness,
And the warmth of your hands on mine.
It’s not as if it has disappeared –
I am always in the darkness and
From time to time, borrowing light.
We probably won’t meet again
In this same time and space,
I won’t see your face,
Or hold your hand.
You’ll never say my name again
and I’ll never have your heart again.
How does it feel to know
That the sun will rise again
Tomorrow, it’ll be there
And maybe the day after
When maybe I won’t wake to see
The light through the curtains
Just maybe, I don’t want to wake to see,
That sun behind my curtains
Silently the years go by
You appear once more.
As if the years were merely seconds,
Unyieldingly and warmly,
Your straightforward eyes.