Thinking of You
Something about myself, to be identified in the world...
Walking on the sand, the waves no longer break.
Looking at the sky that is no longer blue
the garden near by not green any more,
the flowers bloom not like before
the birds above sing no more.
Stuck in the moment, your no longer talking
your gone, and you wish not to be found
all I have now are just your memories,
I hope to keep them, close to me
for a long long time...
:-)
This bee buzzing around,
buzzing from here to there,
this flower to that flower,
with the fragrance pulling it here and there,
at every flower, another bee it finds...
disheartened, fear within, all the good flowers are gone,
unshaken, it rises, and flies again,
to search for that flower,
with the sweetest nectar of all...
I close my eyes, I see you,