Listless Waiting... for black or white?
The vibrant crowd or the roaring silence?
On greys I feed, amidst the black and white.
The reds and yellows, blues and greens
The brightness of light, marching across my eyes
But I search for the grey, the dim twilight.
Search? I don’t know that word.
I walk – across the fields, beneath the trees
I see.
See? I don’t know that word.
I walk – beside the streams, the hulking rocks
Walk? Not me, I move...
Move? Wait? I know not.
Come sit by me when I watch the stars.
The moon may burn its way across the skies,
The cold winds shake the leaves
Sift through my loosened hair,
Your kiss may warm more than the cackling fire,
But come; sit by me when I watch the stars.
The softly falling rains, how they hold me close;
The same way you do. And to make me smile,
How you whisper into my hair.
But tonight the light falls on an empty space beside me,
And the sky is free of clouds.
The stars wink at the dying fire.
Tonight the moonlight falls on an empty space,
There is no one to hold me close,
No warm breath to heat the cold sobs in my heart.
Tonight I wish you were here with me,
To watch the stars wink at the dying fire.
A drop on my cheek, no cloud in the sky,
I wish I knew where it’s from and why.
There’s light all around, there’s the red and the green,
My eyes they see just the grey and its sheen.
The laughter’s far, but yet so near;
There’s something in its mirth I fear.
I laugh too, and it sounds so dear,
Maybe it’s the lonely afterwards I fear.
My friends are here and round me dance,
I wish I could wake up from my trance.
But what if this dream was my friend,
I fear this dream, its joy and its end.
What if this smile was a passing joy?
What if my life would be broken like a toy?
I laugh again, the sound’s yet dear
There’s something in its mirth I fear.
The lights have dimmed, the smiles faded;
And with tears yet again my eyes jaded.
The winds have changed, the clouds come and gone
The storm has passed, but the sunlight’s gone.
The world has sunk to eternal twilight,
My wings are sodden, and I can’t take flight.
Once there was love, its warmth and joy,
Now it’s gone like a broken old toy.
I totter and stumble, I can once again walk
There’s pain still, but I can smile when I talk.
I long to laugh again, to hear that sound so dear,
But still there’s something in its mirth I fear.
