Gates of desires in my forest of fears.
The shadows are coming down again.
My foggy emotions are searching to feel.
Walking deeper into the tall humming trees.
I cannot realise I am somehow moving forward.
My eyes are shut.
I know I cannot find you here.
This is my world of desperation.
All gates are closed.
I cannot rest.
I sink deeper again.
Running away, running away from you.
But I always end up facing a wooden gate again.
You do not want to let me in.
I cannot seperate this world from the current harsh reality.
So I dance with the shadows.
In the emotional melody of your remembering breath.
In the music improvisation of your inner self.
For a final release of complicated thinking.
To the beautiful memory that will always remain.
I drink from this river.
Take me back to the start of the circle.
Because this gate is half open and will never shut nor welcome me.
I am falling into the soft colourless grass again.
But the shadows are not tired of dancing yet.
I sink in surrounded.
I cannot help but fall asleep.
The next day a brown leaf appeared as the sudden rain washed down her own sorrows and woke me up.