Melody and Melancholy
That’s what you are to me
You’re like a song that sings to me
But we should set our own souls free
And all those days that had gone by
I really miss to see your smile
But just like time, it all pass by
I shall really say goodbye
And I never knew this day would come
I wasn’t ready; but now you’re gone
And there’s so many things that still not done..
I’ll miss the home there, in your arms
And I must keep the things we do
But then I’d come running after you
So I pretend I don’t miss you
But a part of me, will always gonna be just you
So I write the words that would come up
But somehow, they’ll never be enough
You told me, “Never Give up”
And I must follow you, cause you’re the one I love
And I know all poem doesn’t always rhyme
Somehow, I can accept those things in time
But you’re always gonna be in my mind
And I’ll always find a way to feel just fine
And with this wound? There is no cure
We just move on when it’s over
And if there’s a way? I am not sure
But I want myself to feel better
You’re the Melody and the Melancholy
You should now set my soul free
But then I am the one who still clings to you, deeply
I think it can only be me, who can set myself free
I shall set my own soul free.
I can hear you,
But I can’t see you
I heard you sing, you sound so happy;
You sound so peacefully calm
I looked for you,
But I can’t find you
I imagined you beautiful,
I imagined you pretty;
I imagined you happy
I imagine you free
I imagined you have all the answers
I imagined you content
But do I really know you?
If the only thing I know was your mere voice?
If the only thing I recognize was your quite familiar sound?
That brings joy to my very heart;
And touches my soul..
And the only thing I always did
Was to listen;
To every melody you give to me
If all I can do is to imagine you;
And try to understand you..
Do I even know you at all,
If I’ve just heard of you?
If I hadn’t even known a thing from you,
If all you are to me…
Was just a clue?
– Nydel M.
It’s not about the absence of light; or the darkness anymore… Sometimes, it’s all about the capacity of your own will to see the light that’s not even there at all.
January 28, 2017 • 10:44am
It’s not about the absence of light; or the darkness anymore… Sometimes, it’s all about the capacity of your own will to see the light that’s not even there at all. Not the ability nor capability to witness. But your own willingness to do so. Your willingness to see. Your mere decision to be provided. To see what’s invisible to the naked eye; and what’s beyond the reach of your eyesight. It is seen only by your own will; or rather, felt. That only light that’s always been inside of you.
In the end… it becomes our own decision to see. It becomes about our will to go past the darkness… or even beyond our dimmed vision.
We often tend to suffer from our own little delusion that forever really does exist in this ever-changing world. Where nothing is certain… But please, forever is a myth; not a commodity.
November 30, 2016 · 6:18pm
We often tend to suffer from our own little delusion that forever really does exist in this ever-changing world. Where nothing is certain; and where everything seems fleeting… that even our own breathes are temporary. If only we spend much time, and effort, and work hard to achieve it.
But please, forever is a myth; not a commodity.
We shall meet again, some time. When the wounds are healed; and when the smiles are real. And maybe when life is a little bit of kinder, and nothing is torn…
November 15, 2016 · 11:44pm
and might I say,
“We shall meet again, some time. When the wounds are healed; and when the smiles are real. And maybe when life is a little bit of kinder, and nothing is torn… Perhaps we shall meet when the sky’s whole again.”
We shall meet, when the time is right again.