ThE VOicE oF mY HeArT

Writing is another way to express your self.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

To You


The beautiful sky
makes me what to fly.
I want to touch the clouds
and gets the stars and be proud.
I see the sky so blue
and I am wondering where are you.


I want to offer you the stars, the clouds.
I want to see your smile.
That I haven’t seen in a while
I want to hear you laugh out loud.


The cold wind makes me shiver.
It reminds me of your warm embrace;
the warmth of your love, what a grace.
The twinkling stars in the sky are like your pretty eyes.
The winds song is like your astonishing voice.
Your voice, it’s a beautiful music that I’ve long to hear.
Your arms, it is where I feel safe.


I have been longing for you in this depth of loneliness.
I want to fly like an eagle, strong and free.
I want to cross the ocean and be with you.
In this midst of despair I seek for an arm to lean on.
I have been waiting for you to come
so that this pain would be gone
and to fill this emptiness.