On this crossroad of me and you
I still decided to leave
To keep on going on my own
Because I knew I have passed by you long ago
I knew on this one way street of fallen and regrown dreams weathered and used
The only way back to you
Is for the unforeseeable curvature of time
To wind us back
Unexpectedly
Unlikely
Yet, completely fatefully
Till we start our old journey together
Anew.
Heading back to the happier place we once knew.

(Perhaps the road isn't in the shape of a mourning cross,
perpendicular to me and you,
parallel to other dreams lost and killed,
But in the shape of a heart,
Through the curves and ebbs
It will always bring me back to you.)

I want to bury my soul in your loneliness to spring a beautiful dandelion of your happiness.

A ****** of Crows
By: Yitkbel
10/15/2013
10:29AM
A muffled nosing
The crow calls at its cradling twilight
The crinkling of the raven’s vigorous grin
Invites a palpitation even from beneath the ledger
Thud, Thud, Thud
Nearer and Nearer
Storm or thunder
Thud, Thud, Thud
Nigh or Yonder
Fear and Wonder
Thud, Thud, Thud
Who’s there
Answer me mister!
Are you a messenger of the night?
Are you a angel of divinity’s right?
Thud, Thud, Thud,
Even louder!
“Come hither, come hither”
Who calls, in that lustful whisper
Only us,
The Mistresses of death,
You?
A flock of crows?
No,
A ******
A ****** of crows.

Why must I swim like an empty vessel,
A lost boat among your vast ocean love,
When I can be your Lighthouse,
Unnoticed, insignificant
But forever caressing you and
Watching over you from afar.

Still
From Me to You

You are the sweetest dreams in my sleepless nights

You are my untouchable muse, though I have felt all of life through you

Still

I swim insignificantly among your vast ocean love

Still

I see you everywhere, but you are nowhere to be found

Still

I will always love you like a stubborn child, foolishly faithful

Even though I am just burning for you
Like a candle lit lamp under the sun

Still

I'd rather be your eternal shadow than the momentary sunshine.

Still

I will always love you.

I showed you the way to my soul,
Hoping you would walk right in,
And indulge in all the little hidden
Presents I have planted for you
In my long unoccupied garden of love,
That yearned to be seen.  
But you found no urgency to enter
No need and no desire to knock.
Is it because you thought
I would always be right here
At the gates, keeping it wide open
Waiting to give you everything,
As soon as you asked?

But you never did.

So losing faith, and losing heart
I finally decided to shut it down
completely.
Hoping you would finally be intrigued
By the sudden closed doors
And finally be lead by your regretful curiosity
To knock, and inquire
What was hidden deep within.
What treasures could have been yours to
Take.
And keep.


(But most likely,
You would still hide away quietly
In your cozy little cabin of safety,
At most,
Only occasionally peering distantly from within,
Never taking the risk to leave.
Never taking the risk of a prickle or a sting
From plucking and holding even the most beautiful things
From my youthful affections in its zealous Spring. )

I always knew you were a beautiful bird
But I thought I was one too
I thought one day we could sing together
If only I flew close to you
But as I danced and twirled to no avail
I looked into the mirror in your eyes
Hurt and confused
It was then that I finally saw
It was then the truth unveiled
I was merely twigs and leaves
Intertwined with self-deceiving hues.

So I took it all off
Sat bare in autumn's fallen clothes,
Mourning the loss of my illusive muse.

(I finally knew,
That to you,
I was merely invisibly blaring
In front of an all too ordinary view.)