Gone with the wind

I  saw you walking by

or, is it my mind wondering by?
A glimpse of you in the window

The wind blew your hair

and caressed your skin

O! how I envy the wind

The moment I turned you were gone

I looked for you, but you have  vanished

mayhaps the wind took you in her arms

perhaps the wind knew how to stole you from my eyes

I should have not hesitated

But I was too captivated by you

And now I must suffer so

I look for you every way I go

I hunt you down

but you were long gone

I hope she knows how to love you

the right amount of kisses

the proper way to hold your hand

I ought not to imagine me and you

I should have done something

Anything...

But I...

I loved you when you weren't mine to love

For that, I have been punished

For that I have to wait

And wait I shall

I must... until your heart has been broken

and then you'll come my way

I will mend it

I will treasure it

It  shall not be broken once more

I will not let you out of my sight

Not once...

Not ever...

Never

Nevermore...

Obsession

Emotions are not easily expressed

And yet we are obsessive compulsive communicative beings

Anxious to tell the world the way we feel

Even if we cannot fully understand it ourselves

Exploding through the need to share

Not only the bright but the deeply dark as well

Dreaming about the one who will fully understand it

Hoping for the one who'll see what's palpable in both light and dark

Imagining perfection in our lives

Yet hiding ourselves in a dark corner

Overwhelmed by the idea of love

And sharing that idea with a perfect human being

Always dreaming about it

We find ourselves prisoners of the mind

Not reasoning, but thinking constantly about that idea

Exhaustingly trying to figure out how to bring it to live

Forgetting about everything else

But that thought remains

That endless utopian dream

Analyzing...

Dreaming...

Thinking...

Hoping...

Longing...

Losing ourselves in the dream

Slowly vanishing what we once were

So there is nothing left...

but the irremediable consumption of the soul

Mixed Water

I had been crying for so long now

and for some reason it had been raining everyday

It would seem that the sky was my only companion

Whenever I left the house my tears and the sky's became one

Sharing the same sorrow and pain

Salty and sweet, all at once

The earth was drowning

So I lift up my head and looked at the clouds

I run towards the sea and let myself fall

Ready to end it

I couldn't feel the embrace of salt water 

Instead I  was lift up by a cloud

It took my where I needed to go

Remind me of my long forgotten dreams

The sky didn't shed another tear that day

The green wasn't under water

and so it lay me on a bed of grass

Slowly

Gently

Painless

I closed my eyes at the cloud with a smile

and I knew I wouldn't cry for me tonight

and neither would the sky.   

A Word, A Feeling, An Utopy...

O! Love 
What are you?
What have you become? 
What are you expected to be?


O! Love
Nothing more than a few phonemes combined
together they create a magnificent sound
a sound everybody wishes to hear 
a sound which leaves us all marvelled and blind


O! Love
Nothing more than one word
and yet, so much more, 
a feeling, O! yes
a feeling which entangles lives together
for an eternity yet to come


O! Love
People wait their entire lives for you
but, are you real?
perhaps you are mainly a product of our imagination
maybe you only exist in our minds 
in our perfect world where everything is possible
will we ever find you?


O! Love
An utopic thought 
waiting to be achieved
An emotion
waiting to be fulfilled


O! Love
Passionate and true, 
Impulsive and wild,
and yet heart-breaking and devastating...
but at the end
we all long for you to come
we all wait for that epic arrival
the one that will forever change the course of our lives.

I am the rain

I am the rain

I am the rain, I am as fragile as those water drops.

I am the rain, I easily fall and break apart

The sun comes out and dries me out  

Nothing remains, I am soon forgotten

I am the rain

I am the rain, everything is either dark or grey

I am the rain, I am cold and unexpected

I am the rain

Sometimes I washed away people hopes and dreams

Some people may like me but their lives are filled with melancholy and sadness whenever I’m around

I am the rain but I can turn into storm