Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The distance and its dark lark.


A meanwhile of bitterness and sorrow,
Now the time for me to write the words I hid long tome ago,
It shall be read from my teary eye,
Saith by my hopeless wounded heart.
My heart saith,

“Thou art my lost counterpart
How can we be a thousand miles apart, 


My soul found thee, 
when I needed thine light, 
how could it be,
just another wounding dart,

Tell thyself, it is not over, 
say those words, I have yet to hear..
Show thine light, I have yet to see..
Make me feel, I belong with thee. “