You sat there next to me, smiling, tugging at my arm,
Next to me driving down the road, teasing,
Pulled up close in my arms, sleeping gently,
Like space encircling precious little Earth,
Did I wrap myself around you when you slept,
Gently in my arms, holding you tight so you would nothing fear,
Leaving a kiss behind, pull the blanket so you would not freeze.
But between my body, mind and soul who would have thought
That my soul hurt you the most.
I see the pain in your eyes when you see me,
I see the hate and madness when I talk to you…
Once a little boy found a charming flower, light,
In the middle of a dark forest.
It was late in summer and the nights turned colder.
In his love he made a fire for the little flower,
Kept close to her. Making sure not to hurt her
And shielding her from any danger that might arise.
He stayed up so late, he watched over her,
Sleeping eyes kept open he tried to fight to stay with her
Until nature took its turn and gently put him down to rest.
The sun woke up and shone her icy rays through autumn forests,
The leaves shook off a glaze of frost in breezy gusts,
The boy opened his little eyes, hazel as the woods,
His first thought, dedicated to the little flower rose him up at once,
But where she had lovingly graced his view the night before,
Was nothing but a little bit of dark emptiness.
The flower had sunken, he had rolled over unconsciously in his sleep,
His hand that wanted nothing more than keep her safe,
Was the same that hurt this precious flower and made her fall.
The boy is awake in terror, grappling with pain and fear,
His heart is racing, pushing himself at first close to see if there was anything
His little hands could fix, return the life, erect that precious being back to life.
Now, his hurt is sunk, he falls into himself, pushes himself back, further and further,
Until his back leans against a tree of thousand years overshadowing a scene of sadness.
The day passes and turns to night, the boy shivers carelessly,
No fire lights his tear-stained face.
The evening runs into starry cloudfree night and turns his tears to ice.
Slowly he awakes from his self inflicted suffering,
The sun is back, the morning rises with shining hope,
The forest paths are calling, and as he packs his little bag
And mighty trees watch his face turn a last time to the little flower crushed,
He does not know it then he might not know it ever
A tiny little root of him gives the flower strength,
The warmth he gave her that night left her alive.
Fallen as she may, she withstood that one night’s frost,
In which he kept her safe.
When times were harshest, he was there for her.
When she was close to death, he propped her up.
A little part of him is still with her and grows stronger,
Life is flowing back through her veins sinking deep into life
She thanks him but he is long gone
She opens her blossomed petals and her colors enlighten
Everything around her in a warm glow.
I met you in tears and playfully did you bump my legs
I cry yet you turn around upset
I run yet you call out
I hide yet you ignore.
Nothing I do will help, it seems all is lost. All hope is gone.
A shot of across the room, eyes interlocked, an eternity in fractions of a moment
You speak the language of my mind and my heart
Like magnets when their polarity reverses you were pushed away so fast,
From what attracted you so violently just a moment before,
Yet in some dimension of magnetic force that exists between us
You’ll always be here with me and I’ll be there with you.
I miss you already.