| CANDLES MELT
Sitting alone…mystic…hearing the odds of the running raindrops down the window panes… Against the adversities of the extreme side of my dwellings Sensible… rational…reasonable… sane… but at times listless… Like an apathy of moments… overthrown by resolute, solid pleas A thirst for nostalgia, a yearn to be pleased… An ache for your brokenness, a longing for your tender lips… The day goes by bare, naked, vacant, filled with solitude… Drained by ground waters, back to its way…creating dark clouds Amidst this isolation… old and restless thoughts… Candles melt… running slow with the waves of your songs… Its been like an eternity…time wasted… of waiting and listening to the profoundness of your voice… Maybe I should and would…take a pace… Toddle, stroll, hike… move towards the height of your passion… Tag along and devote with the obsession… the earnestness of enthrallment… The beauty, the appeal, the craze towards the stunning morning… After the candles melt… After the panoramic scenes lose its color… Sun rays changed to lighter hues and stars become lighter, dying away... Upon the dreams that ended… Those dreams I made, and views I created… You were there… And so I’ll close the curtains of this day…and dim every magic Lighten every shades of sanity… So dreams become real, finally… By: egs © May 2008 |
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