forbidden fruit

In some lifetime perhaps, if I met me, I wouldn't trust me too.
But I learned to trust myself in this one; you should learn to trust me too.
The Good Lord has favor even on imperfect men, who seek do things in his way.
He alone can judge his creation. He knows my beginning and end.
You leaving is no different from death- another dream coming to an end, another one coming to life. Different route, same lane.. I could tell she did not understand.
There was Silence in her heart, silence in her mind. Silence in her spirit.
I mourned for I had given her the forbidden fruit; Supposedly.
And now she knew the difference between my evil and my good.
I stood up knowing what will come. In our seasons of love.
It was hot, it was cold, it was in between.
I told her to wait while got the fire wood in the forest. When I came back she was gone.
If only people where willing to wait. No one has the brain of a tortoise.
At the end we only human...
Who can blame her for not wanting to wait; no one wants to spend all these cold nights alone. Listening to the same whispers from the lonely song...
The owl hoots ; the forest comes to life. The breath of night fades;
Far at the edge towards the north, I sense a holy gaze.
An orange sun melting fragments of the sky..behind a sea of clouds; stained with grey.
Stained, without so much of a sign of rain.