I’m always looking outside the window,
And the people who seem so busy from afar.
The tall buildings and then the stars.
But I miss the feeling of bare feet on grass,
The soil and the earth beneath that grass.
I’m home but not home and this is the closest I’ll ever be –
Close, close to Mother Gaia, I once could not see.
It’s not as though I’ve never seen the rain.
The time spent drowning in tears,
Or breaking in pain.
But today when the showers came,
With rainbow bursting through my window pane,
It felt like nourishment finally came,
To soothe my pain.
I want to go home to the sea.
Then sometimes, I’ll sit on the rock
As they pass like ships in the night.
The sun will rise,
And then it will set.
So I can live just like this,
To never have to fret.
I watched the sun rise this morning,
As the rays pierced through the curtains.
The birds are singing,
But I can’t bear to look at it.
Because inside, I’m too dark
For something so full of light.
So later when I saw the pink against my wall,
And realised the sun was setting,
It’s as though I was being reminded
That even darkness deserves light,
And we deserve second chances.
I watched the snow this morning,
As the birds stretched over the sky.
And even as my world crumbles,
I guess it falls and flies.
So just a little more,
Before I can have the courage to fall
And then eventually,
I saw a moth today.
Bathing in the warm sunlight
And the gentle breeze from the open window.
It moves now and again,
So you think it can’t make up its mind.
But even then, it will move anyway.
And you’d come to think
Why you couldn’t do the same.
Your lips feels like summer rain,
A nostalgic prickling feeling,
At the back of my neck.
Softly whispering the summer breeze,
The flowing lapels of your shirt,
Matches against the blue, blue sky.
Your laughter is burning summer,
Your cool hand against mine,
The memories of last summer,
And the very last time.
You ask why the sun rises every morning,
And why rain falls after a long day.
You ask why the leaves have to fall in autumn,
And the flowers bloom in spring.
I’ll tell you, it is to remind us of the passage of time.
Then one day I’ll ask,
That even so,
Even with the fragility and impermanence of life,
Why do human feelings,
Have to be so fleeting?
Your name is like the wind.
Softly whispering at times,
Then howling longingly.
I had the urge to call your name
There’s a blue sea out there for you and me.
There are cold crashing waves and warm soothing shores,
Out there for you and me.
The cry of morning seagulls, and the howling of the bittersweet wind,
Comes the calm after the storm,
For you and me.
There will be many more seas and many more waves,
Many more moments just waiting and just hesitating,
So won’t you give me an excuse,
For you and me.