The Feeling

You’re the image in my head
The sky pink – the bird dead.
The voice that whispers through my veins
Telling stories: losses and gains
The sudden reminder of my path
Of gardens and alleys dark
The cool breeze that brushes my hair,
The spark of excitement in a dare
But seasons come and seasons go,
And the silent rivers flow
And they wash away the fear
Of losing someone so dear
But a large boulder is left behind
With points and edges; a strange kind
But all is well, she thinks
Behind the curtain her dignity sinks.
‘Ah, but it was not real.’
‘It is a common feeling, no, not real’
Her glowing pallor reveals not what it hides
But her eyes show what’s inside.
Where is the image gone?
It has turned into a blurry grey
Finally, she says, but her heart sinks in dismay.
The sky is blue, the ravens chant
The river roars, but the spark is gone.
She searches for what she tried not to find
The missing answers in the land of her mind.
The spark missing, the dare incomplete
No stories heard, no voice to greet
Her veins, they’re soar
They need that air
That unexplainable essence
Nowadays, so rare
She cries for her heart to bleed till all its tears are out
She needs the answers that she had to survive without
And in the darkness she sees a light
She runs towards it
Can’t believe her eyes
The weather, the sound,
The gentle laughter returns
The spark, the breeze
The silent river flows again
And she thinks she’s found her soul complete
Ignoring the confusion that kicks her off her feet
But all she knows is that she’ll never know
And that is all she needs.
A voice fills the horizon
Her heart pounds in anxiety
She needs his soul to enter
The words enter her veins quietly
And now, a new season has arrived.
He’s the image in her mind
The sky pink, the bird flying
The shadow at her feet
The meaningful nothing, so complete
And remember the story of loss and gains?
Is this a loss?
Is this a gain?
I guess the answer will remain,
In seasons to come, feelings to explain.