A Kindling Soul

The light, it burns my soul. The silence, it deafens me. Closed eyes, closed minds. I don't want to know. I don't want to feel. Waking up feels like demise. Reliving those nights, by closing my eyes. Your eyes tracing my back,  As I walked away. The footsteps, still echo,  I can't remember What did you always say? What did you always sing? I hum your tunes, like I used to then. Sometimes, I just dance to no song. I see you walk, down the street. I see you look at me and leave. Hasn't it already been too long? Won't you look at me, won't you ever? Won't you talk, or smile? Don't look at me and make me unseen. Silences drown me in wisps of smoke. If there is nothing good left to say, Just. Lie to me.

The sky is dark, the clouds roll in, Languid-each step, every breath. Lost in my thoughts, I walk in again, And in my path, stop dead. Back in those paths, once again. Back where it all did begin. Memories flash right before my eyes, Remembering, missing,sinking in. The passing wind reminds me Your breath on my neck, whispering. Those words unknown to others, Your voice in my head, ever lingering. The first time that you touched me, Every wall, every fear broke down. The fire that ran through me, Once again, in that inferno,my heart drowns. Every smile, every twinkle of your eyes. Every frown, every wrinkled nose. I remember,I keep remembering. Every moment we spent far and close. The way your kisses left me shaking, Overcome with emotions, numb. Every touch, every burning touch. Every word, to which I'd succumb. I remember you, and all the lines on your hand. I remember it all, I remember it all the time. I remember every laugh we laughed, every...

Fingers entwined, they walk the roads, Their roads, their paths, their secret windows.  Nothing trembles, there are no chills; A pleasant, warm sun shines through. In a town, where rains are rare, A calm sun shines all through the day. No winds that blow away the dust, That settles in the yellowing dog-eared books. They sit together, and eat, and talk, They walk together, like hands of a clock. Nothing to keep them apart, not them. Just time, each day, perhaps. He watches her go, he watches her work, He watches her smile, an infrequent perk. She leaves on his arm, full glory of the Sun, Steals glances at the sky, won't no cloud come? Another day, a bright sun, and no rain. An empty dance floor, she sighs once again. Lonely, she knows, he won't make it. And finds his arm, outstretched, waiting. "One dance?" he  asks, and smiles and waits, "One dance", she thinks, and hesitates. Brown eyes, so warm, and yet so cold. She takes ...