Journey


The uphill was tough,
The downhill jading,
Leftoff was sounding festinating
I looked back
I looked ahead
Appealed to me all bedevilling
The path was young
The terminus mystic
Invited me for an eventful enduring
The people were great
The memories idyllic
What a beautiful journey life has been

 

But I know he doesn’t


Love blossomed and I knew it was meant to be,
He too knew this was what he ever wanted to be,
He says he knows me,
I know he doesn’t,
He says he can read my mind,
But I know he doesn’t
I know he doesn’t
 For if he knew- he would feel how much I love,
Its blooming like lillies with silent passion,
For if he knew- how it hurts me too,
Its paining me ever with silent torture
But I know he doesn’t
I know he doesn’t
He knows the song in my heart so is his claim,
Little he knows the pure hymns of his name,
He says he knows the dreamy dreams I see,
But not about the real life where there was he,
But I know he doesn’t
I know he doesn’t
 Now that I’ll be long gone I hope he reads this,
And know that its him that I am writing,
And if he now understands the signs,
Tell him I knew it -but,
I know he doesn’t
I know he doesn’t
~*~