Breathe Life Too
My familiar self has vanished
and I'm left alone with a stranger,
who doesn't know how to live this strange life.
Everyday I pass a thousand faces
never once a smile I meet.
It seems like I am seeking my vanished self in every path I tread.
This is not the opportunity
there is no happiness, nor warmth at heart
everything's frozen and unapproachable people, lives, days, smiles.
Why does it have to be so?
Where has it all gone wrong?
Where is the lover and the poet?
How shall I start to put it right?
I want to travel back in time
to those happier days
where there were pastel hues
and a radiant woman read poetry
carefree as a gentle breeze admirer of beautiful life.
Let me have those days
let me trade them for all I have,
If only I could hold them on the palm of my hand
bring the past to the present my life lived
my days gone by...
© Collinie H Weeratunga, published 2005 (all rights reserved)