Monday, 16 July 2012

Little flame

Moments passed speaking
Yet saying nothing
Remains in the heart
The simple fact that we are always apart…
No matter how much has been said yesterday
There will always been something left to say
Words never told, never to be spoken
I guess this is what in life must happen,
Little will be remembered of it all
And life rolls by us like a wind driven ball
Nothing I could do can bring back
Those moments before the hours most dark
Little flame flickering within
Of love unclaimed, in my head still burning
Silence often broken by life’s serenade,
Chaos forever man made
And the slowly growing content
With this ever so lonely sentiment…