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Sunday, April 6, 2014

Elsewhere

(I)

Come wake me up,
up from the world that I am in,
for I can tell you it is a bad dream,
trying to lock me in its spin,
sit beside me,
take mine and wedge your fingers in,
tell me you are with me,
and let the story begin,

heave me,
slide my arm on your shoulders slow,
ask me if I am okay?
ask me if I am ready to go?

then walk me from there,
and talk me from there,
take me by your hand,
take me elsewhere…..,

let me forget who I am,
let me remember you again,
let me touch and feel you now,
for my wait upon you to finally drain,

shed my tiredness by your words of care,
all my miseries, none to spare,
tell me it wasn’t worthless trying so hard,
that my hopes had burnt to ashes in the air,

if there is some love left in you,
let me sink in it all bare,
wipe my tears and let me wipe your share,
take me by your hand,
take me elsewhere…..,


(II)

Are you the dying sun?
or you are the rising one?
I can't tell the difference when I see the two,
tell me, tell me which one is you,
tell me how long will you stay?
will you turn my days into night or my nights into day?
make me, break me, tell me you're there,
tell me you'd be around somewhere,
yes I am this fearful, so make me aware,
take me by your hand,
take me elsewhere,

remind me, your words haven't lost the meaning,
the vows you made are still breathing,
I am the reason you have been living,
and I haven't truly lost what I have been seeking,

rub my skin, outline my face,
from my chin pass through my hair,
and while you're, don’t blink my stare,
just hold me by your hand,
carry me elsewhere,


(III)

Lift the weight of all that was left unanswered,
it grew heavy on me as the days went by,
release upon me your sigh and explain,
that you too went through all the same,
that you met my reflections wherever you went,
sat alone on the quiet stairs to vent,
all that filled your insides every moment,
figuring the sense to it all, that the very time meant,
you kept telling yourself back and again,
that this, is not the end,

it ate you to believe it is all true,
down a tree in the woods of memories you,
sat frozen like me under the snowing grief,
while you let your soul be swallowed in an endless wait,
that I will return as life to you though late,
and as you complete,
wording your story to me,
let the looming darkness,
immerse into light alongside,
as I break my head in to your chest,
provoke my spirits by yours to walk beside,
and as we leave behind this numbing pain,
from this earth to other worlds out there,
let’s be one and build a home elsewhere,
breathe our ends together in an abode out there,


let us, be one, to find a home elsewhere…..

1 comment:

  1. This was like a scene in a film, where a writer reads to me his new creation and the girl listening falls for her... Beautiful, keep on writing!!

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