Another one

You are what makes sense to me

Standing in the middle of an undending pasture
I look at the greens all around me, that what surrounds me
I look up at the sky, the blue that overwhelms me

My eyes move around, seeking the horizon
Far ahead, there where the green meets the blue
That what I seek, that where I want to be

The sunrise and the sunset, all the same
Where the earth meets the sky
The furthest my glared vision can show me

I take a stride, forward, behind, left, right
Directions don't matter, the step is what that matters
An initiative I coax myself to take

One, two, three, four...
My weary, unsure, uncertain feet carry me

A driving force that calls out from somewhere within me
Deep inside which says You are what makes sense to me

Five, six, seven, eight,.....
A step more, two more or hundreds
And I will be where I want to be, there where I need to be
There where my mind and my heart will become one

My teary eyes still seek it
Far ahead, the distant
But my feet refuse to carry me
The unceasing space, the distance

A mirage, a hoax, a hopeless heart

Revisting some old runes

Wake me up. it's still a dream

Maybes. That's probably what my world hinges on.
I never thought I'd be writing something for you.
To tell you the truth, I never wanted to.
Even now, I wish could change something.
Something that will clear these words from the paper.

But, some things just happen and there's nothing I can do.
And, other things don't seem to happen and again there's nothing I can do.
Maybe it wasn't something to have made it happen,
But if it was, then maybe that's where I faltered.
I was waiting, hoping so bad.
But finally it seems, it's time that I have happened to run out of.

I still don't want to let go.
I still want to hold on.
I don't want to see any reason, I just don't want it to end.
But maybe it shouldn't carry on either.
I remember telling you, I wished it hadn't begun.
And the only reason is that the end is unbearable and so abrupt.
I just didn't see it coming.

I always thought I was strong.
But then this is not the pain I am used to.

I always thought illusions were tougher.
But I guess memories are as painful.

I will miss everything that we shared.
And the things we couldn't.