Searching

Searching in the silences

For your voice, the breeze of your fragrance.

I hang on to memories and fantasies,

Building castles in my mind,

Adorned in your colors,

Painted by your loves

As the distance has painted us grey.

This is what it is to dream and to dance alone:

Hope chokes and the feet run to…

To where?

 

In the darknesses, in the light,

In the joy…. you are the joy.

When did I lose myself to you?

When will you lose yourself to me

Before you are lost to me?

Comfort is that my tears have run dry.

They watered, softened this smile

Just so we can be.

 

I will find you,  find myself.

I will find us both.

There will be no casualties this time,

Karma will keep her promise, is all.

In the turmoil, find

Redemption.

Oh, To Be…!

“If everyone is going to dance, who, then, would watch?” ~Cameroonian Proverb

Weary of the spectatorship,

Dreaming of the dance…

Wealth and wonder and women and no worries…

Oh, to be The King,

Yet live gaily, The Jester,

Never need prayer for what are riches for?

Oh, to be The Man,

The Admired, The Lusted-For, The Dreamed-Of, The Oft Sought and Talked About…

Oh, to be!