the music box

Whistling into the winter air, I am still searching. You are so long gone. Lonely roads stretch on and on. I have my heart in my hands, I want to give it away, leave it somewhere by the road where the colours it emits would mingle with sky, maybe the air would soak it in its silver dye.

I can hear snatches of conversation, moments of pain and elation. I can feel your breath next to mine…and then that stormy morning when you walked away. I can see shadows, like sketches lying patiently on the ground.

Will you cross my path again? Will you stand by me and smell the rain? Can I trust you with the secrets of my crazy, yet passionate mind? Will you tell me the colours of the rainbow or of a pain filled time?

I must walk away. It’s getting darker and colder, I can feel my self drift into a world where I don’t want to belong.

I need warmth of open arms, maybe a new dream.

And the man and woman sway slowly, on and on. Within the music box of my heart.