When reality strikes

A small ... poem, if I can call it this way.

In the lonely night, under the old cherry tree,

The cool summer breeze fondles my face again,

Like the last time when your hand was touching my lips.

Many months passed since the day I saw your face,

Many miles born between the two hearts,

The distance that's growing day by day,

Is borning a pain that can't fade away.

Now I`m standing here in the dark night,

Broken like the dead tree that lost it's life,

A silent hope whispers inside,

Maybe one day our souls will fly like one high in the sky.

Author's Note

Maybe unfinishes, maybe not. Time will show.

Please excuse any grammar mistakes.

Reviews

[Sleeping Maiden]

I like it. Very melancholy.. and full of yearning. =) Nice write!