The flame is gone
your silent eyes reflect no light,
no passion there,
where ruby lips inspired my dreams
to kiss them now I wouldn’t dare
for now you are done
with living life
and what I loved silently screams
to let you go.
I dream of you
sometimes at night
when feel alone
I see the gold inside your eyes
a ruby smile and tempting lips
will call me there
to swallow lies,
but dream I do, of gentle hips
that holds me steady
when letting go
within my dreams
may not be ready.
I wish I didn’t have a need for love and care
freedom often found in not having such need
and to live solitarily I wish I was prepared.
I wish living alone a skill I could succeed
and not having to look for love in every face
if happiness was found in being alone indeed
I wish I could alone the need for love erase.
A spark of gold so I remember
the curls around your smiling eyes
the constant search, the hidden lies
a promise made so hard to keep
when years were spent in life asleep
my heart remains a burning ember.
And blue reminds me of clear skies
with coldest winter touching your face
my aching arms waiting to embrace
a dream, a want I left behind
when in my search I became blind
to see the yearning in your eyes.
If with each heartbeat you call my name
I with every breath will whisper yours
setting with your sparks my life aflame
with adoring words I’ll do the same.
And if every morning I become your light
I with every sunset will declare it yours
dreaming of your face every single night
having you in dreams to my own delight.