April rain keeps me tired
Keeps me thinking of different pasts and futures
If I wandered down a different road
A different airwave.
I kind of prayed to run away
To be scooped up and taken with the wind
To different cities of a foreign land
Waiting for something new
With someone like you.
No one needs to save me now
Like the bird left behind when flying south
I can fly on my own terms
You cannot have a say on my behaviour or random change in direction.
I dream often of serenity
Inside
As time unfolds you continue to blow my mind
Soul satisfying
And I think that really, I could die quite romantically
Swooning over the conundrum of what I never wanted
Taking number one priority over my mind.
It's all I have,
The biggest lie
But it keeps me on fire and feeling good
As though the music of an old guitar
Whispers the truth of those unheard.
I hear the music
The music that I've made
How the tracks have changed
Yet still sound familiar to the girl I was yesterday.
I hear the juvenile sparkle in childhood dreams
The sadness and confusion of a love that was supposed to be for forever
Drowning, evading, down the rusty drain of hope
Heartache unfulfilled.
I know the lyrics of finding love in solitude
In friendships made of past soulmates
In stories and literature
and the words from past and present composers.
I dance to the sound of building walls
With the desire that they'd be broken down.
Surrounded by the nostalgia of talking to the stars
So late into the night until I would cry
Beg and barter with wishes from deep inside
To a God I never believed in.
To a form I created for my sanity, a deity,
A power in the unknown.
A power in the magic I grew up holding onto and still refuse to let go of.
Hey there to the future
You know I love you with all you bring me
Cheers to the beginning, to the before,
I love you in all that you were not and all that you were.
I do not know what to tell you today..
I know you least of all.
It's not until you become the past that I will really admire you
Appreciating all the hours I could, but won't, use.
I'm sorry I cannot love you.
I cannot know you.
The things I keep in sleeping hours
and hours awake
I keep. I cannot give.
But I'll give to you in tomorrow and in yesterday.
Of the things I could be, could've been,
Even in April rain that gets me second guessing,
I will never stop flying against the wind
To the lands that are mine, only mine
Within.
To be scooped up and taken with the wind! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Loved every word of it. A piece jam packed with emotion and philosophy. Stunning write