Mischievous Days

Dreaming the dreams of dreams. Searching through the clouds of the unknown. Peeling the walls of lies and what the world throws along the way. Why do I feel what I feel? The burning bleeding heart. Why do I feel so empty? The nights are so cold and lonely. The path I chose seems so long and endless. Please, please, please send me a sign. Dreaming of the one I seek. Sorry I didn’t mean to call you but I couldn’t fight it. I feel so weak. Its so hard to fight it. I know you ask for time and for space. But you are to special that it hurts and I can not face. Jumping into the pool of undying emotions. I’m so sorry. So sorry. Just for tonight. Let it be. I lost friends so many because of foolish and childish emotions. This mood swing is deadly. Yet, I will go on waiting. Cause I know it is for you. And you are all worth it. Walking the path of time. Till the end of time.

Stars out of sight. Gentle winds stroking delicately to slumber.I went against nature. As tears from heaven fall from the sky above. I reach my hand out and felt the pain from above. Soaking myself every inch with what it is trying to show me. Reaching my heart as the feelings become one.

I understand the pain it brings. For my heart and the sky above are one. I stand in the open land. With arms wide open I stand. As the cool tears soak me body and soul. I danced in the rain. Dancing a slow tune. Melodies from above which soothes my tormenting soul. For the pain from above reflects the heart of people in sorrow.

Lost and trapped in a world of their own. No one understands what these tears represent. No one believes the tales for told. A folk tale to some. A deep cut to others in this barren land.

Tears run down heaven’s eyes. The wound will never heal. Each breath seems harder than the one before. The rain soaks my soul trying to cool the shattered heart. In the end the heart slows. Slowly and slowly. Beating soon no more.

Time. The one witness of the mistakes men make. The one witness of past and present. What was lost and what is at stake. Time is proof of what ends of what was started. Time.

Time the one witness other than God of our mistakes. What have we learned from our mistakes? Anger and revenge? Never the answer. Yet, our souls follow this blind path of mistakes. For we never seem to trust and put faith.

Hope. Represents the future we all seek. Hope is all that I desperately chase and try to grasp. Hope is the one true thing I try to believe in.

As I dance in the rain soaking my body and soul. I understand now. The feelings from above. Why my heart is one with the rain. We share the mutual feeling. Sadness and sorrow in a time of need. As I dance in the rain. Hoping for sunshine behind the clouds of war. Behind the dusk of sadness and grief. Trying to search for a dawn of hope. A dawn I will try to grasp. A dawn I will surge on till my last breath.

Let past, present and future tell my story. Let time be the witness. Let the rain fall from the sky above. Let me dance in the rain. Waiting. Waiting till that very day. My heart seeks no other. My soul waits for his mate. My voyage goes on. Till that very day. Dancing in the rain.