My mind painted a picture of you,
You danced in circles
as you cried to the sky.
Your voice traveled the land
in waves, the echos shuttered
the land and the trees fell.
I listened closely to the sounds of
this largess nature, But alas I turn
up with nothing but an empty hand.
My mind painted a picture of you,
standing there half blistered from
the feverish sun, you melted.
I tried as I could to catch the drops
from underneath, and scoop the ashes
from the discarding wind.
Hold me my shadowed beauty,
Trick me not, for I'll believe.
Truth in fact you actually were never there.
My mind painted a picture of you,
rebuilt a hundred times, but never as
close as the real you could be.
Tantalized by your beauty
I can't but follow your trails,
For your overwhelming.
I'm consumed by an everlasting
love, In which lover was never there.
Distraught I find means to still.. hold.. on.