A hot coffee cup

A hot coffee cup
24 February 2007


two cold hands..

a hot coffee cup..

dark clouds..

swimming up..

following each other..

he watched them moving..

a lonly old man..

sitting there like a fallen king..

the details of his skin..

and his broken wings..

reminded him of his lonly fact..

this much of love..

this much of pain..

burning all down..

as his anger raise..

he used to search for the key..

to open the salvation door..

but the key was deep there..

in the dark red sea..

he took his boat..

with intent he will succeed..

the waves were strong..

but his faith wouldnt let go..

he fought back hard..

for he knew it will be his last chance..

he knew this music..

he new these tones..

long long time ago..

he remembered how this music used to make him dance..

this delectation & pleasure..

but it was only a glance..

the waves are strong..

but thats not how it used to be..

there is a shore on the sight..

the boat wont survive..

he took a jump..

in the ocean of sorrows & tears..

he kept swimming..

the sum of all fears..

she came from no where..

as he watched her on that stage..

his hands was stretched with a fist of rage..

her eye..

a clear sky..

he fought..

he didnt surrender..

his feet steped on the shore..

now he will settle..

he wont fight for more..

his happiness filled the air..

for he at last found his dream..

its inside that cave..

he knew it..

running, inside he went..

dark it was..

but his faith lighted the way..

he kept running..

he didnt care for time..

his hair fade..

from black to grey..

and he was still running..

am tired..

his body screamed..

stop now..

but what about the dream he dreamed..

its endless..

a big laugh..

its kind of funny..

its kind of sad..

all the dreamed he used to dream..

only made him mad..

running in circles..

infinity of probabilities..

and just one outcome..

he raised his eyes..

its raining..

dark clouds swimming in the sky..

two cold hands..

holding a hot coffee cup..