Bliss
To write is to bleed
Shattering silently…
The broken pieces of crystalline memories
Thrust there edges in my soundless reverie
My verses soak in crimson puddles
Tracing my hand that once fit unto yours
To write is to bleed
A thousand paper tears…
My eyes trying to draw the image of you
Only to vision an old picture
My thoughts in sail for answers
But the wind carries not your voice
Silence…
I sent out signals
To bridge our transoceanic distance
Let me be lost and oblivious
Silence…
You choose
Silence…
Hurting than angry words
Memories seep unto my veins
Let me be empty and numb
Lucid voice to echoes
Distinct portraits to silhouettes
Lighted imageries to shadows
Blazing fire to smoke
You are my bliss
You shall be
…my fading bliss
