TaurusClassic, 61 - 18 марта 2007 19:25

Another sleepless night after my ex phone call:

My eyes are dry but my heart is crying
After your every phone call
Waiting for it with fear and hope
Listening to your loveless voice.

You are turning over a new page in your life,
Feels like ripping pages out of the book of our love,
Bleeding along the edges

Love is a choice to make.
Passions subside and wither
Like tidal waves and flowers
Love stays anchored
Strong-legged love stays unabating.

It takes two to make it last
On a common ground
Treaded by many in darkness and light.
Someone may have a sharp vision
Others are fumbling
Trying to find the mortar and shovel.

Look at this beautiful building,
Full of sounds, smells and colours.
Yesterday, remember, it was there;
Today it is gone: dust and bricks and crows flying
Over its rotting remains.

It wasn’t a fire; just a street light went out, some time ago
I couldn’t see where to put my fixes
Didn’t even know it needed one
Just felt something was going amiss
Was groping around and you gave no light.

A stranger comes with a helpful hand led by you.
Without hope giving up the book
Passing me over another one.
I read your book, the list of damages long.

Fly away my birdie to greener pastures
Fly away my butterfly
Hurry to the light!
I can fix burnt wings and broken hearts.
Who will fix mine?

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