I CAN'T HIDE THIS ANY MORE
I don't smile that much
No longer, look for touch
Red Roses, rainy days stolen smiles
sweet sunshine, and such ......
Alone I have this greed
Raging inside my heart
to be one to be freed
to make this dying fire start.
The storm whistles, the covers fly
the tears start, the tears smile
In the silence, I heard a cry
That I had stifled all this while.
They beckon, to me the shadows
they reach they touch they care they show
the unreal ghostly dreamlike reality shows
a hidden tide, and with it I can only flow.
Flow I will and flow I must
Even if only to reach out desperately seeking .....
to try and capture
that beautiful stardust.
~Raj~