Another Life
Longings of a Forlorn Heart
Would you forsake everything to hold my hand?
And reach out for my forlorn cheeks at night?
Would you plant a kiss on my forehead?
And wipe the beads of care that blind my sight?
My thoughts would not bleed with pain then.
And my pen would not crave for random beginnings.
As I stoically weather out the conference of the dead.
Another life?
Would I still cling to the futility of ever-after?
Would it be the star-cast twilight and the sun-kissed mountains?
Would it be breathless moments on timeless shores of longing?
Would I wash my worries in the oasis of your eyes?
And paint your picture unhinged on the depths of my heart?
Would I write your name once again on the shores of time?
Another life?
Would you share the bits and pieces of your sandwich?
As you talk about your culinary flights.
Would I find you in my books?
Amidst the many women in pages, I look.
