Thursday, 21 January 2016

Grasping at dreams

Heart heavy,
Mind sore,
No matter how much you give me,
Doesn't it seem like I,
Always want more?
Can't tell if I'm awake,
Can't tell if these are dreams of the dead,
I get nearer,
You fade away,
Where is it then,
Where we can meet and stay?
You come in the night,
But dreams fade with the light,
I wake up grasping,
And my pillow,
These tears hide.

~Rei Shiori

Empty Air

You no longer remember,
What it was like before,
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
But this short distance,
Just rubs the wound sore,
Right within reach,
But never there,
I look right at you,
Empty air.

~Rei Shiori