Whispered into the wind
every unspoken word
of love
that my own ears
yearn to catch.
Every moment
that floats
unseen,
unnoticed,
unheard,
untouched,
that I yearn to hold,
to memorize,
to imprint,
so I do not forget
ever.
Can I not hold
even one fleeting moment
inside?
So that when sleep escapes
into the storm of night
I don’t have to yearn
to search
in sheer panic?
For that
which I cannot see
cannot hear
cannot touch
but that
which surrounds me ?!?
Can I not?
Till Next then
CIAO
every unspoken word
of love
that my own ears
yearn to catch.
Every moment
that floats
unseen,
unnoticed,
unheard,
untouched,
that I yearn to hold,
to memorize,
to imprint,
so I do not forget
ever.
Can I not hold
even one fleeting moment
inside?
So that when sleep escapes
into the storm of night
I don’t have to yearn
to search
in sheer panic?
For that
which I cannot see
cannot hear
cannot touch
but that
which surrounds me ?!?
Can I not?
Till Next then
CIAO
very beautiful and quite relevant to my situation. I am hanging on to something/someone and I am not even sure of what is going on. It is very difficult to give unconditionally and one expects so much from certain situations or people and focusses so much on it even though it remains unrequited and then one misses out on the moments given to one by others or other situations. It is so difficult
ReplyDeleteyes .. I hear the whisperings of the wind … taking over every single breath …
ReplyDeleteHow intersiting that I though of you a few days ago … as I saw you in my dreams … a movie on the make …
ah …
much love to you …
nycc!! =)
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