I remember holding a rope and trying to save myself from falling off the cliff.
I remember climbing up slowly and how you offered your hand; pulled me over and held me.
Your touch healed my bruises.
Now I am not afraid of falling.
She is a wave.
Fierce enough to break a
castle built of sands.
Humble enough to
let it build again.
We were too
a branch of soft leaves.
But they chiseled us
And now we have
become a dagger.
She wore a crown of daisies.
As we lay together
in a field of roses
gazing at the rainbow which
danced to the tune of dawn;
Telling each other,
our spring wishes.
How sadly a bird in her cage asked me,
Are humans caged too?
She found her answer in my silence.
When you are gone,
the music stops.
And I am forced to dance alone
in the arms of emptiness.
Today I felt your hands on my face.
Did you caress my picture again?
