The bejeweled night silently sighs…
Tired of being a silent spectator
Of glorious uncertainties…
And a maze called life
The sun slowly rises…
Over the foggy, winter morning airport
Promising to be bright to light my way…
As, I prepare to plunge into the unknown
There is precious little I leave behind
There is not much I look forward to…
Yet, I am afraid to lose this pittance…
Impatient, Restless…looking for answers to unasked questions
As, the clouds kiss the wing tips
I remember the warmth of my princess’ lips
I wish I had held her longer…
I wish she had not let me go…
I am scared we will run out of things to say…
Afraid that you will need me no more…
For I know not why I can’t resist you…
Unsure why you chose to find me
The seven horses of dawn pull away…
As, morning takes its place
And, I bid you adieu, mi reina
In a hope you will understand my love someday…
1 comment:
"And, I bid you adieu, mi reina
In a hope you will understand my love someday…" It is said that we are forced to leave behind a bit of life at every step because if we carry them along, the weight will be more of a burden to carry on to the next few steps rather than a pleasant box of memories...yet love is such an addictive thing...that you always want to hold on to it a tad bit longer..beautiful...keep writing
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