Scribbles of the soul: dream

Friday, 18 July 2014

I see you standing beneath the tree, the skies are dark

It’s cold and the rain washes away any care I had before I saw you

You know I’m there, you feel my soul, my heart’s spark

I shiver, I grow anxious, I cannot contain my thoughts of you

The closer I get my heart beats hard, it feels as if this is something brand new

I know it’s you, just you, no one else but you

The thoughts start rushing back, all the feelings of before, before when we were much more

Before when you were the person before now, the person you were but not the person you are now

Even though now I love you more than I did before, we’ve grown so much, too much for the heart to disallow

You look up at me with those eyes, those ever optimistic eyes

Like a little child, the innocence of us I must confide

It seems like a never ending dream, but I cannot reach you, we do not collide

I see you fading away, the rain has stopped and suddenly the skies are clear

I walk faster and faster, I’m afraid to look up it might just be my biggest fear

You were once in the distance so close that I could actually grasp your very being

But you are where you are now, not where you use to be, you are but a dream to me

In this day in this time we need a place where we can share thoughts & dreams

Life is too harsh and one’s beautiful Mind & heart can be easily taunted

People have become unkind and the roads become longer it seems

But if we brave and stay true to our soul, we would no longer be haunted

When words escape the mouth it can either be unkind or inspirational

when actions are done it can leave a scar or and impression

I believe that deep down inside everyone really cares even the unconventional

People call me naïve as I believe in truth even if it’s a confession, I believe is sensational

I might write as a release of what I cannot say in everyday life

I might write for dreams I cannot explain as I forget

I might write to inspire what lies beneath

But for now I write because without it I cannot breathe

Beneath the words is truth that seeps from the letters

They say don’t make public keep a journal or diary

They always say what they feel you should believe, not what really matters

I say, say what you feel deep inside, today, forever without expiry

P.S Never be afraid to express what lies deep beneath the soul