* Gazing at the dazzling lights that bring brightness to the dark night* I'd be fair to myself. I come in peace! *YOU* are my friend. Would it be am going off?
Here, I have my pen and paper
I need answers!
On the mirror I see a reflection of me.
Behind me is that face.
Yes! That face .
It's unclear* I can't comprehend.
But I feel he is here.
I hope he is and not as far as *YOU* the lights above my head.
My instinct tells me you are not far but why then can't I reach you, Mr? Why stand behind me and your face unclear?
Your image reflect on my mirror right inside my heart. Will it be bad if you come and say hello! Will it hurt if you say am here with you*
I fight with my instinct that keeps telling me you are here.
You are here, you are here!
Those are the words I hear!
Is it true?
From the start, you come by the door
You never knocked
You never said hello!
You never waited
You never peeped
You never entered
Are you scared too?
The word, is it hard to say?
I am not scared as not to be hurt by the word*
The word is like a two edged sword.
It can mend
It can mar
It can hurt the ones who truly appreciate it's worth.
The beauty of it is letting go fear of the unknown and the flashes of the past*
Are you shy?
You'd think the door is shut?
Should I call you a night courier?
A security agent?
When I close my eyes only then I see you walking towards my direction.
Only then I see you calling me.
Only then I feel the breeze of love blowing in through the open windows.
Only then I see the petals, the red petals*
Only then I see those smiles.
Only then I see the big bouquet beautiful and with those colors...
Red and pink*
Are you far?
I could go miles just to see you
I could break jars
I could fight for your sake
Do you feel the same way?
Is it bad if you feel same way?
The hand you wave when I close my eyes to sleep
Are you trying to call out my name?
Is not a crime to feel this way? Hey! Say something...
I'm not dreaming,
Are you real?
A human being or an Alien?
Why do I only feel your presence when my eyes are closed.
Up above me I gaze to see if I'd get answers.
Are you here?
Why is it empty here?
Your name I'd call
Why is there no answer?
When I close my eyes at dusk
I see the image of you
Your hands, the right hand
It always wave at me accompanied with those
White teeth smiling at me*
They sparkle like
That which is above me at night
And brightens it
Why is it that...
I call your name and it only echoes; the sound that it produces is like that in an empty room. Are you there? I'd smile at the shadow that gives me the image of you in my head, the colors I see are the ones you'd like to have. At the corner of the house, I saw a bouquet, an envelope with pink and red ribbons tied to the bouquet*
'The night they say it's big, they say it's dangerous, they say it's long why then do you come at night?
*YOU* bright lights...
tell me what to think. I am lost in thought of him. His name is long yet, my mouth isn't tired of saying those words I know he'd like to hear but pretend they are noises and echoes of hard time and not the soft whispers of sweet melodies that melts the heart ❤️********
I can sing him a million songs
I can dance a million dance steps
I can write him a story
A story and not a history
You are my friend I can see you
I know your name do you know mine?
Speak to me for I know you can see me you can hear me. Do not be loud I know your mouth is invisible but say that which will give answers to my pending questions.
Should I tell him I had loved him from afar?
Is it bad to widen my mouth as my lips call out his name?
The road to his heart how far will it take me?
You are there up above my head yet, you give signs, light and brighten the night. The journey to get his love is it as far as reaching you?
Dear friend, am sorry I'd have to complain to you. You my inspiration I look up to you when I want answers to my pending questions.
I want to wake up and see petals, red* that is the color I want
I want to see the reflection of this smiles on the petals.
I know he is there why is he not answering?
The name I call, is it not his name?
Is my direction not his?
See the sparkling eyes you got my friend. I want his smiles to be like those sparkles of yours.
Tell me my friend, I know he is there...
How long will it take me to reach him?
I know he is not hiding I think he is busy with something.
Should I wait a little longer? Should I write him a story, won't it be thrown into the trash?
The bouquet, the envelope wrapped with red and pink ribbons are they for me?
They say red* denotes *love* pink* a girl...
Am I hallucinating?
Speak up! Your brightness will leave soon and my eyes are becoming heavy
I want to know, is he close, far or will I ever meet him?
The thought of him makes me sit with you looking at you up there I know he is waiting too.
I want to go and prepare, my eyes are heavy I know he is waiting.
* My pen has done a good job in my journal*
Let me go now, he might be waiting at the door of my heart❤️*
I call him my muse my crush my smile *inducer*
My muse, the source of my inspiration*