In my lone wanderings
I seek answers that may seem a trifle
lone 'coz you are not there
I guess you wanted to be left alone
I reckoned it would be easy for me...
My eyes glued at all times on the one element that mattered
is she going to say something
wouldn't it be nice to know... she remembers
It is like the cocaine tick,
my hands wandering around to catch something
restless and incoherent my fingers trying to reach out
my heart skipped a beat as I saw a bag pass by
It had the same hue as yours
what I witnessed was my perception visualizing
my need
what a wonderment this mind,
layer by layer I keep ripping it apart
to seek the place were you may not be there
rueful yet searching, but
you are so well entrenched inside of me
a root was planted, the way W Blake did his poison tree
I have me a tree of adoration
I took such high care with water, shine, wind and bare
you has ingrained itself into my souls crust
No amount of vanity could uproot you
you are part of the journey
a day of despair has passed me by
'coz
your physical presence did not fructify
hope still floats in modesty
the mundane existence of today's throes
makes way for the tranquil bliss of faith
I am aware this is my journey, honey
I am cognizant you do not want no part in it
but the ecstasy in the sereneness of the thoughts of you
they make me forage these monotone lines
I shall be here, the shadow to your self
the journey has just begun,
may the twain move analogous
a knot twined someplace shall keep me apace...
Love......
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