Sometimes the 'real' world becomes inextricably blended and linked with my inner world, I often find that I don't always know where I am and in which world I am living.
Another Memory - 04 Feb 10
Wind howling at my door again
Rain scratching at the windows
Trying so hard to get in,
Hearing your voice in my memory
Blending with the wind-song
Drawing me to look out
To see if you are there - looking in
Tears on my window
Mocking the rain on my cheeks
Wondering whether to go out
To get closer to your voice
In the storm...
I touch the windowpane
Unyielding
Wishing it was your skin
I sigh and turn away
I have been invited to explore 'sad' again - wish I knew why.
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let them come
and give them to the wind
they want out...
give them their due
just dont' hold them
for in holding them
they hold you down
see you in the waves
dancing in the rain
blowing bubbles to the wind