Say you love me?
The harder words to only say
Words meaning a we
Have you and I found a way?
Do you know you love me?
How do I know I love you as well?
Between us... what can you see?
Atween us... what can I tell?
I shall say I love you
No easier can the words be said
Words in judgement to feel
I found a way yet is love to wait?
Do you know I love you?
Does it not bear so much difference who let?
How would we know who's true?
To only know and regardlessly be swept
Say you love me
I'll say I love you
Words shall only be
When only ourselves... knew
With the world drifting away
I see myself atween… perhaps have been
Nights sleeping for cycling days
Myself I see… in this world a dream
They floated once for me to believe
Desperately learning if one day I will fly
To fly to reach to ultimately achieve
Without an answer I might seek just why
Yet the more I learn did I stray
For heavier did loads promises to bare
Attempted flights onto the ground I lay
Did my age theft more than I dare?
And I took a leap once more
A regrettable height, another secret kept
Is there enough time for moments to call for?
To simply have tears genuine… wept
With the world drifting away
Myself I saw atween… perhaps to seem
Cycling nights of awakening days
I see myself in a world with dreams
Somewhere lost within myself and the world
I see my dreams and I see a void
Secrets as lonely as any pearl
Is loneliness a time never to avoid?
Nothing last forever in time
Like love never lasting for the one in love
Death to steal from to have stories shine
Is it love or compassion to know to serve?
Whatever lies happening for one
Is never to be the happening for another
Though of cycles revolving the moon and the sun
We live on in uncertainties an ever, an after
What it takes to go beyond
What belongs to enhance the questing line?
Perhaps only quiet desperation can risk us along
And to reason with the course we find
Atween lies what everyone is to see
Though not all will agree to my judgment
Perhaps to term, is to become secrets to be
Where loneliness to every a soul has their every reason
There was a touch of sadness
A moment there came to be missed in time
Words were given in turn to portray the absence
For a portraiture of moments unforgotten behind
A mystery hides beyond the enigma
Truth within grasp yet deep afar inside
It felt meaningful atween this lunatic sinatra
Harbouring unrealize sins to be realized beside
With the night to chill this dreamless dream
Love of its true origin can be realized
What it takes is to simply embrace the sins
And moments no more need be fantasized
An unfounded freedom engifted to creed
A comforting sorrow enveloping yet to yearn
Those of blood worth sacrificing to bleed
For the sins and the engiver to soak as one to learn
It cannot be told how it begins
This portrayal and betrayal of realism
Yet a moment nevermore it remains
The sinful moments of time in lunatism
From before, the day seems different today
A day vanishing silently to the fall of night
A moment less fulfilling returns to stray
Where of resurrections of moments died?
Bittersweet from a subtle kiss
Alive and vibrant, soulless and dispirited
To moments… to someone missed
Of feelings thought to unlearn, let be restricted
Surrendering as a victor who sighs
Searching in vain in unorthodoxy
Believing in truths, returning in lies
Of moments found in tranquility
As balances un-root and unwind
From a day before, I see not today
Dependency unfolds in disregarded time
With certainty to acknowledge to keep at bay
A riddle stands atween and along
An enigma to welcome yet, the encounter
From the start till the end to belong
Where of paths to cross in moments, forever?
Where words are a given to be written
Like dreams are a given to be seen
Of moments lying arcross the distance
Where is the time within?
There hides a voice to be heard
Like darkness unnotice from a shading light
The mind is only mindful of the weird
Yet where belongs the dark… in the night?
And sleep has fail to veil once more
Like an imagination towards neverending time
Where thoughts do not return to recall
Where is the light, to have darkness shine?
In silence do images tend to appear!
Like shadows gracing the solemn walls
Reliving sins to never again fear
And where belongs truly, those pictures from before?
Moments are a given to be written
As words are a given to be seen
Of dreams lying across the distance
When is the time atween?
There is a need to find things to do
No matter when, where, how… with time, with place
Too many needs and desires unreal
Yet as always we search on for consequences to face
High and low, day and night
And we never can quench our desires an ever
Our desperate plea remains but voices that hide
Causing humans in humanity to be humane lesser
Are we all learnt enough to be in content?
Yet always to be overwhelmed when something new comes along
Lives a need perhaps… forever till the end
Simply a search for something out of nothing to stumble upon
Living a life, falling in love and finding work
Having found yet finding still for comfort to maintain
Realism made for our troubled minds to flirt
An individual to think different to humanities yet the same
Searching for things to do is forever a need
No matter whenever, however, beyond time, atween space
Too many needs and desires to only seek
Discontentment for one’s contentment need we chase?
From before, the day seems different today
A day vanishing silently to the fall of night
A moment less fulfilling returns to stray
Where of resurrections of moments died?
Bittersweet from a subtle kiss
Alive and vibrant, soulless and dispirited
To moments… to someone missed
Of feelings thought to unlearn, let be restricted
Surrendering as a victor who sighs
Searching in vain in unorthodoxy
Believing in truths, returning in lies
Of moments found in tranquility
As balances un-root and unwind
From a day before, I see not today
Dependency unfolds in disregarded time
With certainty to acknowledge to keep at bay
A riddle stands atween and along
An enigma to welcome yet, the encounter
From the start till the end to belong
Where of paths to cross in moments, forever?
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