Sitting by the window...
on a full moon night, a silent night;
It all came back to me...
You were there, I was there,
sitting by the same window,
gazing at the full moon;
just like i was
today; alone;
you said it was beautiful,
ecstatic, truely mesmerising,
the lovliest moment of your life...
I saw the twinkle in your eyes
the beautiful, faint smile
playing on your lips,
delighted, as you were,
just to see you smile;
And that was the first time
I felt you...
felt you inside me;
inside my heart, my soul
the very first time...
...and well... the last.
Now, as i sit by the window,
drowned into the emptiness
of that full moon night; it feels
as if the moon is lost, as if
in the same emptiness
I was drowned;
today was the new moon,
the new beginning; hollow,
numb,
completely empty...
That was the last night
I truely lived,
that was my night;
but what is left of now,
is just a silent night...
And here, i picture you,
sitting beside me,
smiling at the moon,
as beautiful as always; But now
as I look at the moon...
moonlight becomes you...
YOU ARE READING
Saudade
Poetry"Saudade... ...I feel as if I've been searching for this word my entire life; nostalgia of another colour." - Franki Elliot - A compilation of poems of love lost; Longing for the lost despite the repressed knowledge that they might never return...
