need no need to do nothing
just come to me
i would like to keep following you but i am getting old and it's so hard
as the way you look at me

today i wait
the next day i decided to stop
keep on that way

each second longing for you
the memory keeps haunting me
physical pain upon my chest
do you know, i hope you know

i own that physical pain now
do you know, i hope you know not
i am afraid you might get worried
i know you won't

each second longing for you
the menory keeps haunting me
midnight's anxiety waking up in the dawn
'I miss you'
those words was screaming in me every night
checked on my phone, our pictures
do you hear me, perhaps

.
When you caught my wandering eye,
love was a small word to hide behind,
an improper play seen through a diaphanous veil.
There was a new star in the sky, a mint room,
still searching for a lost dream.
I sit and watch a world die, and another take its place,
a kaleidoscope colander, as silence has its throat cut
with delicate skeletal lace and a face of porcelain.

A whisper to the zephyrs of second glance
echoing through the histories of the future,
a plea from a roving orb like a mute scream.
Did you hear me talking to the wind
where the wild things grow, recapturing misty joys.
As the Horns of Cernunnos reflect the primal stag
and the cusp of the Moon vibrates a soliloquy,
you caught my wandering eye.


© Pagan Paul (17/08/17)