Wandering

I open the door in a cold autumn night and stroll in the dark
Trying to forsake the feelings within me
Trying to find the right path to oblivion
And yet I want to keep you here…. In my mind

Cold drops of rain cover my face as I stand wondering
Wondering about a past that had almost vanquished me
Wondering about an uncertain future full of endless nights
And yet I want to keep you here…. In my mind

I am making my way into oblivion
Will you be there? To finally weep my final tears
And give you my last memory of you
I want to be there and I do not know for how long
And yet I want to keep you here…. In my mind

The cold wind blows harder on me bringing memories
Memories old enough to wound my heart
Memories cold enough to paralyze me in wonder
And yet I shall forsake you from my mind

I stroll in this endless darkened night
Trying to forsake the feelings within me
and here in oblivion I shall let myself go
will you be here? Will you see me flow in new waters?
And even then I will have opened a new door

I opened a new door in a cold winter night
And threw myself into it feeling the wind on my face
Feeling myself and my heart….
And my eyes cast a frozen tear for there was nothing else to regret about
For oblivion has played its part and there is no cold memories left,
Left to cry for, nor left to remember.
A red sunset full of hope opens up before me as I behold your whole constitution...Sublime.
My eagerness bursts in desperation as I get closer to you and my fingertips run along your face, cold as ice making me fly away in your mind.
This moment seems to endure a life time or so we would like it to be and time becomes our ally and our friend.
Sweet winds blow your black hair and just stand in awe, admiring you, feeling so defenceless that I almost crumble before you and you reach your hand and whisper words to my ears, music, love…..
Your breath… warm and sweet, shakes my body in a whirlwind, ripping off my fears, wiping away my tears making me feel I am here….. with you.
Perfume bathes me as I hide my face in your hair, sweet roses may be envious of that fragrance of yours... pure and hypnotising...hold me...
This night our night, sunsets to come and yet I will not fade... I will not...

08/011/08
RQ