Tuesday, 19 August 2008

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    A Cry To The Skies

    With the wind rushing through my face, looking towards the horizon, I wonder when will I ever see you...

    I know you're out there. I know that, ever since the world begun, we were meant to be together. We were made from the same mold; two sides of the same coin. I am your sun, you are my moon; I am the fire that heats your wind up, you are the wind that keeps my fire alive; I am your ying, you are my yang...

    Another cold breeze blowing through me, a stroke you sent me with the wind. When will I finally see you again? When will we be back together, fuse ourselves into a prefect happiness, just like we were meant to be? When will I be able to stare into your eyes again, getting lost in their inmensity?

    The moon up in the sky...Can she see you? Can you see her? Can you imagine how many times I've looked at her, wishing it was you, or hoping that somewhere, at the same time, you were looking up at it and thinking about me like I think of you now? How many times have I told the moon already to send you my love, to tell you not to give up, that I am here, waiting until the day when we will meet again, and each day going forward, knowing that it's a day closer untill our encounter...

    How I look forward to that day! The day when sadness will disappear forever from my heart, and an unmesurable amount of joy taking its place...

    Your necklace tight in my hand, I look towards the horizon. What might you be doing now? Where could you be?...

    I wish I was there right now, but I hold my patience, Our day will come. Then, I'll have you in my arms, never to let you go again. Just like I had you once...

    I feel the necklace burning in my left hand. The only worldly thing I have left of you. Why couldn't I have you now? A tear sliding down my cheek, I look up to the stars, wondering which is you. Who knows? I don't. But one thing I'm certain of, you're up there, guiding me, looking over me, also waiting for the day when I'll leave this place and go back to you.

    You are not here with me. I'll admit it, it hurts. It hurt when I found out I couldn't have you anymore. When those cold, lifeless eyes stared at me without looking, I knew I wouldn't be able to see them anymore. But I know that, one day, we'll be together once again, and that day will be the happiest of my by-then defunct life.

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