Monday, January 14, 2008
Listen beyond the voice,
of these memories.
What exists now shall never again repeat.
Seek beneath the layers,
of fallen leaves.
New ones are bound to grow after the fall.
Look through the spread,
of our fingers.
Its only the memories that we keep.
Wait for an other season,
till these emotions die.
Then I shall be reduced to just tears on your cheeks.
As in an old glass chipped,
memories advancing from the bottom of my Heart.
Perennial leaves that fall to the ground,
throwing in the light for a final time.
I shall fall like a shooting star,
into your arms oh! silence of the night.