Ni'cami Cosen'ds

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.