Ceryn

Ceryn May 2013

I’ve been pulling away, walking astray
Preserving the ice, avoiding your eyes
Walking alone, believing you’re gone
Watching the burning paradise.

You’ve forgotten my name, I walked in shame
Singing in gloom, locked in my room
Dancing the night, thought I’m doing it right
But I stepped on my own foot.

You are now a stranger, and I’m still a dreamer
Badly wishing that our poem would rhyme
Hope you’re still better than I thought you were
Not forgetting how we could’ve been fine.

I rode on a lonely train, hiding the pain
Still missing you, feeling so blue
Hiding my tears, along with my fears
That I might not get over you.

I opened a good book, tried to not look
Laughed at a tragedy, felt with such misery
Drank from the jigger, thought I’ll feel better
But I just felt awfully done.

Since the day that you came, no one’s to blame
Fell hard in love, wished much above
Things went so wrong, love was still strong
But I put it aside, and took that stupid stride

Away from you…

Ceryn May 2013

Something Left To Dream Of

There is nothing left to dream of
All I had now finally went off
Down the drain of this lonely earth
Amidst the teardrops my eyes had to lose.

If there is nothing left to dream of
How could repose be that comforting?
Can the sun and stars still dare believe?
That anyone can do it by just believing.

Still, there’s something left to dream of
Though this tiny universe cannot provide
For the love of human heart is strong
Conquering the lonely people in a throng.

Ceryn Feb 2013

If Not For The Rain

If not for the rain
I could have loved you forever
Wished we were still here
Until the final daffodil
Though in a few gasp
We know how it would soon wither.

My then thorn petals
I thought they were recovering
But when I felt you
I knew it could somehow be true
Torn petals still went shattering

Had to keep you off
But it was not what I wanted
Like a butterfly
I have learned to let you go
'Cause it can't be that
In full bloom, I'd still be guarded.

Now the firmament
Filled with the darkest shades of pain
Thought I'd still be happy
Just by seeing you by my side
Such joy, I felt it
Could be love, if not for the rain.

Ceryn Feb 2013

Midnight Notes

Vibrant melodies
Reaching the depths of my heart
Oh, sweet moonlight kiss.

Ceryn Feb 2013

Four Seasons

Spring

Many days ago
I’ve longed for another touch
You came to my life.

Fall

Wrestled with the pain
Of losing another chance
I blew it away.

Winter

Sometimes I believe
That what has left will come back
Same feelings will grow.

Summer**

Visions came to me
We’ll both take over this world
Shine at last in love.

Ceryn Feb 2013

Blue

You looked in my eyes
In deep silence, you knew me
Nothing's there to hide.

Emotional haiku.

Ceryn Feb 2013

Three Hundred and Sixty-Six Days Ago

Three hundred and sixty-six days had gone
I still remember why and how it was done
But things will never be the same again
For two souls apart from each other’s strain.

Three hundred and sixty-six days too soon
That once good melody, now out of tune
But not the best time for foolish regrets
Not even the best guise for one undressed.

Three hundred and sixty-six days gone better
With stray memories in my messy specter
Aloof, still find it hard to be on the usual
Still not too evident to paint superficial.

Three hundred and sixty-six days thought wise
Enough to **** shattered realities that arise
Blinded me to fully cover sham infallibility
Figured out the worst way to shun misery.

Three hundred and sixty-six days I miss him
No, not him who put my life in such awful grim
But him who had seen the obscurity of my tears
And knew all my fancy flaws and terrible kind of fears.

Three hundred and sixty-six days ain’t about you at all
He is all about my summer and winter and spring and fall
Guess I noted that in my wrecked up mind before
That I forgot to tell him that he’s all I truly adore.

Three hundred and sixty-six days now slowly fading
Can’t help myself to indulge into silly daydreaming
But this thing I feel is true enough, I won’t now be scared
For him holding a mighty pen, the one who truly cared.