29 September 2010

I can never write poetry even if my life depended on it

All I've been wishing for has been happening
you came into my life,
birds sing when I pass them by,
the winds bring me melodies
that only winds can produce.

Everyday I ask myself, what if all these were merely dreams?
That one day I wake up and realize
the wind was really howling
the birds were really mute
you only came to pass by.

But then I conclude,
why dread waking up when I know
that waking up can help me,
maybe not make you stay,
maybe not give birds reason to sing out,
maybe not tame the winds...
but make me realize that somewhere out there,
someone lives for me,
would never leave,
would break out into a wonderful song,
would change me and I him.

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