A Song Like No Other...

And there was a song I wrote for you,

A song like no other, no other than the songs

I sung to you, a song written with rhythmic beats

Of my heart, immense feelings and love,

Words borrowed from the depth

Of an ageless soul, remarks a life in lost memories.

And this song shall remain the last of me

For my words would come alive when I find you,

And I shall sing, the best of me, to the mere picture in my eyes,

An endowment for the beauty sculpted from my heart.

And when I found you amidst all impossibility

A smile ran through my lips,

A dazzling flash on my heart,

Alive were the words, enlightening my mind,

Cuddling me into an embrace, soul-to-soul,

A feeling; I had you alone, forever;

And as my lips touched yours,

You took my song away, on your breath,

Unsung on the lips, a wicked smile,

Humming as you walk along the wilderness…

The Farewell

Etched in blood and sculpted in stone

Lay the verses cold, he once wrote,

Shaded in paleness of the fallen leaves

The grave silent, no echo ever conceives.

And just at night, he cries her name,

Screaming within the burning heart

Nothing consoles his destined shame

For the daring night hides, the gloomy day departs.

A poet by midnight, dreamer by day,

Darker in thoughts, living a shadowy dismay,

For light elude his existence

Yet he has more to convey.

Walking slowly into a forgotten path

With silence still tasting the same,

The pain in heart still remains

For the guilt and sorrow never fades away.

And the pages foretells a tale of love

Where death betokens the broken ties,

And tears smear through his written verses

For all he could write are final goodbyes.