Monday, February 15, 2010

NAGAI NO CURSE

I am in confusion.

She is just beyond these walls.

Why can't she see me?

Simple, because I don't want to be seen.

And why don't I want to be seen?

That I don't know.

I am hurt seeing her talking to another person.

Another person with a warm, beating heart.

Whilst mine has long been cold and frozen.

She is dangerously attracting.

If I hadn't refrained myself that night I would be sleeping deep in that catacomb.

She is going outside.

Like a predator I follow her stealthily.

She is heading towards the moon.

Weird, there is nothing there but a barren hill with a dying tree.

She stands before the tree and turns around.

"It's okay. You can come out now."

I freeze.

"Yes my dearest Sir, I can sense you nearby."

I come out from the shadows that have cloaked me.

I feel vulnerable, with the pale moonlight shines on me.

"My Sir, dearest Sir, have you not forgotten?"

"Of all the fairest maidens you have you have picked me?"

I don't want this conversation.

"Answer me Sir, why have I attracted you?"

I don't want this conversation.

So I turn my back on her and walk away.

I can hear her footsteps, moving to stop me.

So I leap as far as I can and leave her far behind.

I am so sorry, my dear Lilia.

I don't want you to know that I have feelings for you.

So I will keep on loving you from the shadows.

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