To be
frankly with you,
and
me,
I
wandered: why you?
more
than one time
And
don't get me wrong,
it's
not a crime
To
write on the beauty you hold
in
mere words with my foolish hands,
Coz'
to write you it's more than a bliss;
like
the point where my plane lands
And
let me tell you, to land down a plane
can
be such a sweet symphony;
Runway
in sight, eyes on the speed and the height,
the
view and the lights; oh, marvellous melody!
At
that point you gamble your life
as
you take out the thrust and you wait,
And
wait, and wait, and you pull!
…but
just a little; you don't want to be late,
'Nor
do you want to take off with almost no thrust,
and
just like in life, you don't have to touch and go.
Sometimes,
staying in one place for more than a while
it's
the right thing to do and perhaps a must.
Sometimes,
being is just more than enough,
and
touching, that marvellous feeling you have at the end…
Just
like a first kiss, on those lips you craved for so long,
the
point where all laws of physics are bent,
And
the time just doesn't flow;
it's
freezing outside yet you relate of no cold
The
universe itself spins around you,
the
heaven and hell; they melt and they mold.
It’s
slow motioned chaos where you hold the remote
which
is missing the button for stop
And
there's no mute, no rewinding,
only HD and the full screen mode.
