The water hole
Against the rocks
Give me what is mine,
A life, a future, a dream,
prisoner of the guilt you remember;
when you opened the door to me,
with passion and desire you welcomed me.
Then you tried to forget,
lost in confusion you left.
Left me here waiting, waiting,
to give me what is mine.
Behind the light of a new morning,
hides the sorrow of yesterdays,
they’ve been left behind, in the shadows,
to make room for better days.
The night fell over me, again.
To walk alone in the shadows,
seems my only pass time,
since the gem of my treasures
went away with the tide.
Hope along with the sunrise,
its gleam shall one day come back,
since the darkness of my present
lacks the luster of it presence.
I think I see in the midst,
of the fog through the melancholic,
glowing beam of a streetlight
the warm presence of her eyes.
It is always the mirage,
the crazy allure of a dream
there are more, just more shadows
and the night falling over me, again.
Near this portal of rare disarray,
past, present and future lay intertwined.
Like perennial climbers holding the arms of time,
so days, hours and moments lay still;
awaiting motionless, undisturbed,
contemplating with cruel indifference.
The dreams and ambitions which left behind the shadows
of things to be, but never were.
Only this shadow of
this portal of rare disarray.