Color Of My Heart
When the show is over
And the crowds are gone.
After the applause has faded
And alone you stand,
Remember that I would be backstage ~
After the blinding
I pray that you’d never learn to forget,
Even if spaces take away your heart.
I hope tomorrow you would not regret,
When distant places would take us apart.
Listen to our melodies, they’re inside your core,
Remember the sweet fragrance of passion.
They will bring back the mirths we shared before,
Like hued photographs in our souls’ vision.
I pray that you would always remember,
Even if time erases memories.
I hope tomorrow you’d still keep me dear,
‘Til the time we both conclude our stories.
Feel the fine sands in the soles of your feet.
Their tender touch would remind you of me.
Like seawaves to the shores we would soon meet.
To kiss through the salty breeze of the sea.
I pray God’s hands would keep us together,
Even if moments pass us by swiftly.
I hope tomorrow would bring forever,
And God’s pure love would bind us endlessly.
Tenacity of heart, that’s how I’ve loved you.
Until you are gone, ’til you’re gone. . .
Things are sometimes better understood when left
Unwritten, or left undone and remain unspoken.
They are immortal not in pages, not in words,
Not in works of my hands . . .
They are engraved forever ~
In my heart.
“A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have long forgotten how it goes.”
For Writers Island: “Faithful”