Reach

I'm the humming of an old song The one that fades away slowly. A lonely walk in a drizzling rain A touch of an inner melancholy. I'm a line of a poem once written, An ink dried that day in a poet's hand. Sun has set, twilight ray mixing then Reach the dream of a far-away land. I'm the cluttered thoughts of a noun To ride along with all those wishful verbs. Crafting words to weave a delicate fabric Touched by the horizon for perturbs. I'm the rhythm of a beating heart in, Passion for holding the world a still… Let the barren land to lift the pause once To unfold a vigilant tale of a turning wheel. I'm a silent moment that never meant to be A teardrop for a reason, too abstract to know I wish I could hope and pray for my little bud A fairy-tale to wake up my little Ivan-hoe.