Hanging

You see, when she left like a mist that evanesced into thin air- out of sight, I could have as well choked. Coz when she went, she took the air with her.

River

There are those days. Those long days, those enduring days when all you can think about is a name. When your thoughts start like a drop from the sky, silver cloud tear descending upon the earth.

The drop hits the dirt and mixes with it, and starts rolling. It collects up with other drops and soon a stream forms, flowing through gulleys, valleys… The energy forming up now is  immense, it’s a song you can hear.

It’s now become a river, the dirt lets go as the river meets the falls, falling long, falling hard. In the rapids, it is excited, agitated. Can you hear the rush?

But then it becomes serene, slow, clear silver. The sound is calming.

Ever experience those days?

I do, thoughts of you- missing you.

Nev

The next time

Everyday life seems stranger than usual or rather emotion tends to be unpredictable. I have had control of everything around me but this is the one time my heart just refuses to allow my head to lead.

I spoke to an old friend yesterday, she is in love and as much as it was cyber talk i could feel her love for a one Mr A all the way to where i was in my lonely house in the wee hours of a cold wensday morning.

So what is love? Is it worth the long distance..?

I have a friend G. He says his  is in love with his first love, he’s contributing to her introduction, (It gets complicated) but he has a girlfriend  who is well across the oceans but he admits he doesn’t love her as much as the first. And with the love that he has for her, he screws around when ever an opportunity presents itself.

The next  time

Talking to you in the middle of the night fills my senses
All I can think of is the last time we did meet
The last time I looked into your eyes
The last time I felt your heart beat
I can only long for the next time
I hear your voice and I see your smile
The next time I say I love you
While I lay next to you
Our love is like nothing I have ever known
And like a fresh rose I hope it never dies
I love you
Not for what you have
But for being you
And the next time I see you
I will tell you how much I love you

Far yet close

I see you each day with the clarity of the sun’s light beaming over the earth, gilding tree and shrub alike with a tint of glory. You are very vivid but you’re  still a blur-I’m like a child looking outward at the grey air through the misty glass. Drops slide down the window like tears, the tears that account for the pain of not being where you are . You, the sun, whose light is hid from view by dark clouds;- the seas and oceans between you and I.

Yet you remain clear, vivid like the coral on the coastal seas. Still when I touch, you dissolve into a cold longing feeling for your presence.You’re not here.

But you’re here…I mean l can feel you in the brush of the yellow daffodil, in the velvet of the red rose, in the silver rays of the moon when I look at the stars in the night.

You’re here but not here. I love you and I miss you.

This long distance is nibbling at my heart-when will I see you? The hue that makes this rainbow completer than it should be. Dust and air and sky stand between the thud of my heart and you.

But thank the maker of these words for they bring me here to you..here, hand in hand to you. I press this word upon your heart, I am here now and distance has gone.