still, somehow..

if

i had my way

i will

make you

stay

but how

does one capture

the scent

of dew bathed leaves

when dawn breaks?

can one

cling

to the soothing breeze

that touches?

why paint

the union of seas

and rainbows of hundred

colors when i need

them

for my dreams?

i shall

let you be

still...

somehow

when you're gone

beyond my reach

i will remember

once

you were

here

reasons

you asked

what my story is

in tears i told, each word

blood stained, some scarred

many still throbbing

with each thrust

a painful memory bursts

and you listened

with misty eyes and reddened cheeks

you felt them

you knew what i was saying

then you penned

each line wove in a poem

that gave life to all the pain

that made nightmares real

that told me i was not dead yet

and maybe, just maybe

tomorrow i shall still be here

to read what you have written

then you wrote more

of how it will be, of what i failed to see

of what i dreaded to dream

of why im still here

then there was hope

my wings you spread majestically

atop a cliff

the clouds almost

within my reach

and i flew, dared the skies again

where once i hid from the rains

when once i took darkness

for my solace

while it was bright and blue

outside my cave

then i saw you wave

with a smile

applauding my flight

and i flew higher, and higher

and higher still

then... i saw your shadow turn

nodding your head

content and happy, yes maybe

you've done it

i am now tired...

it was great soaring high

but the winds are blowing strong again

i want to land back

i want to return

yet, i want to keep flying

or remain

suspended in the air

because something tells me

i will not find you there

leaving just your pen

and the space where you once stood

something tells me

there wont be

another poem

pleasant death

look at me

let those glaring eyes pierce thru

my pain

and let it burst

all out, let me be

empty again

touch me

let my skin burn

that scars may turn

fresh wounds

that will let out

false hopes, open ended lies

or were they

dreams?

kiss me

let me feel the softness of your lips

that will make mine bleed

for prayers

uttered in despair

of longing and faith

love me

let me see the truth you hid

with petals of desires and thorns

of adulation..spoken in silence

that very softly left me

dead

curtain calls

when i walk up that stage

to make my final bow

it wont be the lights that will matter

but the hands that held mine

as i wait for my name to be called

or not to be, maybe...

when the orchestra reaches crescendo

it wont be the note playing in my mind

but the breath you held close

to mine, bridging our lives

as the show ends, and lights turned off

one by one, i'll close my eyes

and remember not their applauds

but your sweet nod of approval

and i shall leave the center stage

with no regret, and run backstage

where you will be, waiting

to hold me back in your arms

i want to be a memory

so you can have me anytime you want

needing no words to define

no lines to poems to remember

nor understand

no reading between the lines

remember me as i am now

with that smile i can flash only for you

the long hair you always wanted unbound

the skin that glowed in dimmed lights

the laughter you never heard the sound

keep me within the pockets of your soul

with the colors you loved on me

my hands that reached and fingers that longed

touched but never held, tho we both wished

somehow we had

so you can have me anytime you want

that i can be with you in no measure

of distance, of time, days and nights

wont matter when you close your eyes

i am beside you and will stay as long as you

want me to, if you let me be

for you, become a memory..