the yellow rose-diamond

in search of a distnat heart in a crowded place

 

Yellow Rose-Diamond;

though it is not your real name

My feelings for you are still the same.

The sun and blue-sky cry of your bright beauty on a calm spring day,

Not even a cloud hovering far or nearby.

Yet here I am, walking these city streets searching for something to remind me of you,

searching hopelessly, vividly.

 

Searching; But never finding;

Someone or something close to reflecting your skin, your smile,

The hidden colour in your eyes when the sun rays spark.

The woolish black hair,

 

The soft tone of your voice as you talk,

Trying to tell humorous lies.

The lazy walk like you don’t care, when entering and exiting a room,

leaving a lingering scent of your perfume.

 

Yellow Rose-Diamond;

Here I am walking these crowded city streets, but there is nothing.

At every turn on the corner I find myself looking and finding not even an illusion of  you.

As though you are a dream forged from my subconscious, lingering,

unable to fade away with passing clouds.

 

 

 

How is it that even when we surrender to the torment of our loneliness and pain, happiness seems to haunt us.

Perhaps one day I will turn,

and it will really be you, reaching out your hand to me;

 

I will Forget the stolen times; slipping deep into the concealed hazel of your eyes,

Lost in the darkness of your love once again,