Falling in and out

You are the ray of my day

The moon of my nights

The bamboo of my flute

The minutes of my time

You are the flowers in my spring

The leaves in my autumn

The snow in my winter

Well… Errrmmm.. You are also my sweat in the summers

The ads between my shows

The fog when I drive

And yes! The owls when I sleep

The landslide when I trek

That cluster of dirt on the shores

Clobber along the waves and reach my toes

You are the violinist when Rome burns

My speed breaker at every turn

The mold in my only piece of bread

What would you be thinking about me?

I know you won’t care

Or...you might still remember me

The memories we made

The struggles we wade

The nights of unrest

Of passion, of lust,

Then of tears with regret

Also in absence, of hate

But haven’t we been there

Or have we not?

Has it faded, or

Has it deluded?

Have you fluttered away

From the abode of my kind?

Or are you trickling down

Slowly melting away

Like the flakes of white snow

On a sunny winter morning?

I feel you fluttering in

In and out of the cracked skull

I can just keep seeing you

Your deep brown eyes

Hair curled up encircling your long neck

Earrings dangling in the air

As you nod your head vigourously

And laugh at my every joke.

It is a crisp, sunny morning after all

I see you watching me close

And smiling to yourself

As my fingers accidentally brush your cheek

Or not so accidentally..

I smile slyly

As my emotions gyrate unto you

Unto the memories we create

The struggles we might wade

I feel you might be the ray of my day

And the moon of my nights…