Monday, March 30, 2009

I wish I could sit with you under the maple trees at Victoria again…

And watch you playing with your chords, weaving magic…

I wish you could tease me with your fingers once again

And stroke away the hair strands from my forehead

I wish you could look at me while you build your castles in air…

And hold my hand tightly…

Never to let go.

I wish I could lie on your lap once again…

And read a book…

Or watch the light slowly fade away from the sky.

I wish I could star-gaze with you tonight…

…watch the moon…

or sip the dewdrops..

I wish I could explore the Lake with you again

…find out nooks and corners…

…spend few heated seconds…

Sick of “mmuaahh”s and “XXX”s...

Want the real stuff.

Am I really in love with you?

Or do I just admire you like crazy, the hard-hitting, ass-kicking, head-over-heels kinda way?

Or maybe you are just the best thing that ever happened to me?

Hmm…

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Red was your love, my friend. Red was your pain.

And in this red I find myself drenched again.

Suffering through a valley of sighing mortals,

Your betrayal shines through-a beacon of hope;

With your glory, I try to paint my mural,

Till no longer can I take it on my own.

You were supposed to run beside me my friend

Even when I outrun you, even at the night’s end.

But now that the Age of the Dewdrops is past,

Will you paint your rainbow in my mind?

Now that my vision is blurring out so fast

Will you gaze the galaxies with me tonight?

And now I’m heading back to earth,

Don’t tempt me back again

And if I rush back into your arms

Through a field of yellow poppies

Don’t blame me for the rain…