Just enough to write.

The gentle warmth of the peck that you spread on the edge of my quivering smile,
That one, the one that soothes my soul,
Melts the heart like glistening wax.
The wax burns again, the light shines again.
This time does it shine brighter? The probing ‘rise,
The clouds clear out, it’s a moonlit sky.
You by my side, your fingers crossing mine;
Humming the tune of happiness, whispering lullabies.
Ripples on the blanket, giggles on the floor;
Your words in my ear echoes singing lore.
You play with my knuckle, a weird game I say
Twisting it slight, I glare in frisky spite.
You breathe on my shoulder, you fall asleep.
I stare at the rim of your inert being.
The room is dark, I can hardly see
I trace your trail of slumber, I close my eyes;
Tucked up in your arms, I can rest in peace.
The night turns deeper, another shade of light.

The boy who shook the tree
And brought all the flowers to my feet
The boy who rocked the cradle
And lulled me through my dreams
The boy who ran miles
And crossed the bridges I built in pain
He lays by me now, next to me; in a solemn place
Where nothing hurts and nothing fades

The winter, too long; sending shivers down my spine
It has passed. When he wrapped those arms around
Spring was here and summer followed soon
To wash down the gloom
In the sun, sweat and tears; to happiness
Here’s my ode to you. When you pass by the lake of years gone by, stop.
Turn back and tell a tale; of how a boy freed a soul caged.

It’s all about how strongly you feel it…the pain and the blissful melody…
Which one do you remember? which one lasts longer?
The sweet summer breeze carrying her delightful cackle
Or the stillness in the air when she held her breath waiting for it to be taken away
What do you recall most? the little surprise bundles of joy
Or the hushed forgotten little secrets in remorse
The yearning for the faint lullaby rings a bell
Shuddered in an instance by memories flooded

A touch…it changes everything
The past, the present.. it builds a bridge
Twisted frayed edges prey on your confusion
Sanity or sanctity, which loss shall prevail?

You shall be strong, you shall be ready
To shred off the guilt, to wash out the stain
A hundred wounds you’ve stabbed everyday
Fourteen years have passed counting away
Blinding your eyes burying your pain
Was it really worth the game?

You tell me there are deeper scars
The burden i carried was never mine
All these years of defending the plight
I wish you had broken the wall..showed the light

You still wonder how strongly you feel the pain
Of the person who made you and the person slain.