For every tone in your voice, what you speak of, is so much like dreaming
It is the feeling that arises quite suddenly, like humming birds not fleeing
This sensation erupting from the hidden depths within my heart
The blood within my veins scorching instantaneously, creating a work of art

Yet, our unconscious minds don’t allow our pulses to become one
Trembling in fear we are, for we lost the love that once begun  
We loose touch, we withdraw from these opportunities, and we depart
Coming to complete solitude, we realize what we most value in a new start

So easily over some years, without notice, our passion – our love, deceased
What I cared for, now is a vast sea of emptiness, all taken by waves never to be released
My inner emotions as cold as a ghost my inner red box only occupy a bit of ashes
The grey reminds me that we could never be; you hurt me so severely with these gashes

I intend to free my flutter, that quiver- you deeply suppressed in my soul is now visible  
You now see that you were in need of me – you miss me – for now you are invisible  
As you gulp deeply knowing that you won’t say my name aloud anymore– you hurt
Thinking profoundly – to why you let your hummingbird soar far away, you are inert  

Absent minds can’t feed and do not understand where they belong if not by each other
They let go to the melody – the one we listen to when we are lonely- the only bother
We listen to the same record sometimes overindulging for our wishes to come true
What ever we wish for gets lost in translation becoming hummingbirds that only imbue

~yps