Saturday, 21 August 2010

10 Days in My Week


Your presence,
I wish it would come.

Your kiss,
I wish it would take away the darkness.

Through the melody I play in the piano,
your smile comes,
your love stands,
and I look around,
your eyes are true.

I could touch you softly in the chill of the night.

My heart's rhythm speeds up,
my hands invite the touch of your fingers,
and the birth of your love,
the protagonist
of missing alone.

This the way,
the ocean and its depth,
the sky and its stars,
to sail beyond
with you.