Many a time,
In the dead of the dark,
When silence cloaks the night,
I think about you.
Gentle drops
Of memories
Stir the surface
In the stillness of my heart.
In the middle of the black
You are dancing around me,
I stretch my hand to you,
But I can never grasp you,
I want to be where you are.
Will I heal ever?
Do I want to ever?
They say time is the cure.
But I don't ever want
To forget you.
Is that why?
I stay up at night?
To keep you company?
In this dark eternity?
What can I do?
For you to see me?
Do you see me?
I want to see you.
I'm blind to all I see.
The stars do not catch my eye.
The sun does not warm my skin.
The world is not enough without you.
— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2018)
In the dead of the dark,
When silence cloaks the night,
I think about you.
Gentle drops
Of memories
Stir the surface
In the stillness of my heart.
In the middle of the black
You are dancing around me,
I stretch my hand to you,
But I can never grasp you,
I want to be where you are.
Will I heal ever?
Do I want to ever?
They say time is the cure.
But I don't ever want
To forget you.
Is that why?
I stay up at night?
To keep you company?
In this dark eternity?
What can I do?
For you to see me?
Do you see me?
I want to see you.
Some days I wake up
And all I want
Is to talk to you.
And all I want
Is to talk to you.
I'm blind to all I see.
The stars do not catch my eye.
The sun does not warm my skin.
The world is not enough without you.
— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2018)
No comments:
Post a Comment