Rainy Days, Sunny Nights

I look out, my tired feet
Resting on the tattered couch
Just beyond the mind conquered by invaluable sanity.
It was raining, little drops tearing against the glass
Of my bedroom window,
I reach out, an attempt
To touch the passing spirit
Of the transparent presence

I was in stupor, yet again,
Believing everything was real
From the passionate kisses
To the deepest love I had always yearned for,

I write your name in the air,
Hoping my love would be embedded in your heart,
Hoping that once, even just once,
You would live to know,
Somebody has her love for you.

Now that the rain has subsided,
There would always be a rainbow,
Some sunshine to cheer me up,
And I just bury my head
Within what my imagination can grasp
It had always been you...

Your face, the warm smile,
The gentle caress,
The firm grasp...

The first and last person I see
When I close and open my eyes
And illusioned mind and dying heart...

From rainy days
To sunny nights.

Love

The most trivial and important
Experience that could be brought
Upon man

What could love really be?
What could love really do?
What could love make us feel?
What could love make us do?

Is it love when I feel
Like I'm on the top of a pedestal
Singing at the top of my voice,
Eyes closed,
And him in my mind?

Or is it when I lay down in bed
And try to sleep, but
His image appears and
Makes me happily dream?

What could love really be?
It may be the funny feeling
In my stomach, or
The sudden chill and warmth
When his presence suddenly
Embraces me.

It may also be the desire
To give everything and
Anything
Just to be with him

What could it really be?
It can be expressed
In a million words,
And still leave a gaping hole
About what it is

And as of now,
Love is something
I'm sure I would be giving him.