You have done everything
For me to hate you.
But, Darling,
You can read in my ink
That I am unable to
Hate anybody,
Especially you.
This is how God has made me :
Just to love you
Endlessly.*

<3

I walk away from
the world of my dreams.
It is just an illusion,
It would seem.

But, what is my dream?
I know not now.
I think it vanished.
I know not how.

How was the world
the one I had dreamt?
The one I built from
the memories I kept.

Was there no sorrow,
No hate nor strife?
The world I wanted,
Was it filled with life?

Was it a world
where wishes came true?
The smallest, the simplest,
and the impossible too?

Where the littlest joy
with everyone, was shared.
Where in the difficult times,
They fought and they dared.

Was it a world
where there was no hate?
A place where we
wove our own fate?

How was my Kingdom
of dreams that I lost?
What was it worth?
What was its cost?

A shadow slips by,
forgotten and lost.
Which turn to take?
Each has its cost.

The silent voice
waiting and wanting,
yearning to be heard.
It is haunting.

The shadow awaits
the break of dawn.
For a new day.
For a new morn.

It is patient.
It can wait.
Alone, it bears
all the hate

It is hope
that keeps it sane.
Hope that one day
it will feel the rain.

For when the shadow feels,
it shall live again.
And all the hope it had
will not be in vain.

The shadow will rise
higher and higher.
Igniting the embers,
starting a mighty fire.

But for now,
the shadow shall wait.
To begin its purpose.
To weave its fate.

I met her once
a little, blind girl
who had let me
inside her wonderful world.

Yes, she couldn't see,
the girl with eyes bright.
Yet, she loved her world
like she never lost her sight.

She heard the music
of the breeze that blew.
The love for her world,
it only grew.

She acquainted me with
that music she heard,
from the buzz of the bees
to the chirping of the birds.

Yes, she couldn't see
the wonders of life.
Yet, she smiled
without a sign of strife.

She had beautiful eyes
filled with wonder.
I stood speechless and thought
how could God make such a blunder?

She danced and sang
with a graceful twirl.
How she loved her life
the little, blind girl.

She smiled and laughed,
her face filled with joy.
With wonder in her eyes,
she was serene, yet coy.

She felt her world
beneath her tiny fingers
and on me left a mark
that would forever linger.

Yes, she couldn't see
the life that she felt.
Yet, she never showed
the sorrow that she dealt.

Her world was dark.
Yet,  she saw
the Earth's true form
pure and raw.

Yes, she let me in.
But I couldn't overstay.
So, I excused myself politely
and quietly walked away.

I had met her once
a little girl who couldn't see.
Yes, she was a child
but the happiest there could ever be