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You make me smile a bit
The one void, fading, devoid.
I do not know how it is.
Do not ask me to make it concise.
All I know is, you brighten the grey from the black shade the shadows bring.
I walk, head bent down, without Life beckoning.
I hear your voice, nothing musical, but lyrical.
It's a miracle I'd say when I wake up the next day,
A poser to keep my blues away.
I do not know why it is.
Do not ask me what I can't fathom in.
All I know is,
one day I met you and the sun shone a little brighter the next day.
The wet rain could not blur away what I saw.
Under the red light, I fret for my life.
After you, I come to my senses enough to force a smile.
I know you know,
You know I know,
We know they know,
They know we know,
Still we carry on,
Walking down these dorms,
still and seperate.
Doors locked, tear stains on pillow cases by dawn.
Love do not breed the strong.
Hate brought no muse worth wasting.
All I know is, lost we will seek.
Sought thus found was never thee.
From last night I couldn't distill.
Today, I learned to be still.
Tomorrow, I know I will need you more than yesteryear.
For the one who brings me relief.
Out into the great great land of West,
a lad met a lady all dressed up in red.
"Ahoy now wait. Don't scurry away.
Take my hand and let me guide thy way."

She stopped short, startled in dismay.
"Now young lad, don't step beyond your grace.
I can do no such gest. It is best to tread alone this way."

The young scout, deaf to refusals at hand,
stepped closer, till she could feel that he was indeed a man.
"I'm no boy thou can fan away.
I give no flatterings to Love. Thou shalt follow me
till we both age or die young with disgrace"

With no buzz she followed his trace.
Her long red dress turned maroon with age.
Walk and walk, be sure to sing not to buzz.
"I'm no bee but a bird in a cage.
I have no freedom, I have no will.
I have no courage, no bravery.
The strength I took to trim my hair,
and wear hardy shoes and wander the woods,
is all gone in one moment's gloom.
Be it joy in the crooked man's eye.
Be is happiness woven into a ring.
Be it Time that will sew the wounds again,
and the scar, I will cherish till my dying day."

Like a hymn she would hum this tune.
Like Fate, he would carry her till he could
put her down and whisper gently and softly,
"Now my bird, we have come to a halt.
I see no light beyond the horizon. Thou made me believe
in such foolish games. I've danced to your tune.
Thou shalt sing no more, for I have no rythm in me.
Freedom is what I can give. Let Age carry you alone,
whilst it will let me sleep."

The bee in a bird's role could finally see,
The blossoms, soft and weak
are her residence,
not a weary man's cave with no sheets.
Time and Wind raced the wallowing skies,
speeding past spiraling leaves,
glorying triumphal in veiled in lies,
an interminable pursuance of meandering
through mystical myths of life
lopsided and rustical in guise,
hung up on the horizon gates;

"I'm no confluence for commingling
for opposites merged with binds"
There are unsaid truths. Sometimes they are what we know the most.

— The End —