a colored spectrum

can i?

the songs of the waves sings of a lonely heart.
the cresent moon resembles a curved dagger, which has been stabbed into her heart.
the scar it left reeks of disappointment and loneliness. a vacuum infinite.

a slender maiden dressed in black lace nightie.. walks barefooted along the shoreline.
she twirls her hazel-brown locks between her fingers as she forlornly thinks of her loved one.
dreamingly she stares at the vast dark ocean... atop the hill stands a lighthouse.
the strong beacons of light it emits, raids the sea with such intensity...
but what is it looking for?
it's like her... so cautious... wary of the shallow rocks that will cause her to sink.
yet searching for a love, an idenity, a meaning to her existence.

far she has travelled, many travellers she met.
much love and care she has received. but there's this void in her heart.
would all these encounters be considered a relationship? she guess not.
what is love? or are we as human obsessed with perfection?

behind the shadow of palm trees swaying in the breeze,
starks a mysterious sillhouette of an aged cathedral.
she smiles with known innocence... reminded of a childish prank..
somewhere within those rows of wooden benches, there's a carving of their names.
a carving that spelt sweet companionship. everything without the love or lust.

the velvet sky above is infinite. it touches the 2 ends of the horizon,
only to bring a new day to somewhere far away.
for those under the same pitch black darkness, does anyone realize they are sleeping under the same blanket of stars?
how far apart two may be, they still sleep under the same blanket of stars.
is he thinking of her?

as the warm sea water caresses her feet, she sings her lonely tune.
the tune sings of a sad melancholic memory... happiness is something locked in the yellowed pages of yester-years. nostalgic she is not. forgotten she isn't.

somewhere across the ocean where a new day dawns.
warmth radiates into his room, awakening him from his sleep.
the sky is an orange silk screen.
a man wakes up to his fragrant freshly brewed coffee.
the wonderful aroma of coffee evokes a childhood memory.

where is she now? what is she doing?
she is a dream chaser, who lives her life the way she wants.
she is a modern rebel, defying all social norms.
the last thing he heard was that she was in Buerno Aires,
set up a little chocolatier in a cobbled city sqaure.

he misses her voice. he misses her smile. he misses her scent.
he visualizes of her sugared-almond eyes.
does he have to courage to fly? to fly across that ocean to search for her?
or he is content with his current life? letting memories be sweet and wholesome like red wine.

he knows that he's alwiz here for her. she can count on him to walk beside her.
as he takes his car key out of its place, just about to leave for work.
he takes a small survival kit as well. old as it is, but good as new.
never know he'll you will need it in bad situations, but he knows that it is like her existence,
intended to bring stable security and reliance in an otherwise chaotic world of fire.

but contradictory isn't it?
he assumes that she knows that he is here for her.
yet he doesn't take the initative to search for her, to let her know that he needs her badly.
or maybe he doesn't need her badly. she is just a comforting thought.

telling someone that you're there for them like parallel to farting air out of your ass.
it's intangible. no one will know. no one will care. coz in real terms, nothing's been done.
today was like yesterday.

she walks back into her house.
lights up her room with little tea candles.
she lies in her bed, relaxing to the songs of the waves.
she looked at the silver framed photo beside her bed.
she knew it was right to fly.

posted by Veen @ 23:52