Tuesday, December 6, 2011

To Be An Insignificant Part Of You

Running wildly in the woods
gulping cold, fresh air
trying to have a taste of you
flail my arms in the air
trying to touch you
but find you nowhere
thats an ongoing tragedy
Yet hope prevails.

Everyday I have a new path to ride
every day ends with a sigh.
At times I feel you so near
other times you are a distant dream.
yet hopeful are my eyes
to meet yours once.
And walk several miles
not with you, but like a silent shadow of you

All I want is to be  a part of you.
anything absolutely anything.
A strand of hair
Or your beautiful blue eyes
your rude lips
or those harsh hands
or those fate lines in your palms

or a speck of dirt resting on your shoulders.