By Ziniya Al Baha
I lost someone very close, though he left me I needed this dose.
Miles and miles away sitting beside the flowing stream,
he sends me leaves falling from his trees.
The warm breeze sealed with his kiss, while the angels paint the sky with colors of paradise.
The ending tunes, the rising stars appeal to him, to let go of the skies.
The melodies of trees, invite August with its breeze,
sending my pangs and pains via dangling dreams.
Lost in paradise, there are ashes of his lies,
With the sins buried deep inside.
Hearing his whispers again, I failed my sight, so clearly hypnotized out of my mind.
Building blocks don’t work, crying day and night doesn’t hurt.
The scars he gave can’t be erased.
The ‘Wheels of Time’ will mend these, right?
Burying myself in the dusk, praying for my heart not to rush.
Jack never found Rose again, his heart froze to death at the very end.
Love sparks the ignition at first but burns the soul in depths of desire till it turns into fire.
He left me drowning in his dreams and never felt sorry for making me bleed.
It’s like a drizzly dream tonight, I’m on drugs, or is this real sight?
The hummingbird is phoning so loudly, biting my lips to keep me on tips.
He sends me hope, sends me dreams that cannot be fulfilled, that can’t be relived. Speaking
in a language so lavishly unknown.
Living is longing, the longing that keeps me going.
Going to a place that can’t be traced.
Taking his hands at the risks of my own, without any demands, without any hope.
He burns in his temper so high of his own.
I ask thee to set me free, let me freeze the autumn breeze.
Take away your glow, and let me die in my magical blow.
By Ziniya Al Baha
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