By eaa1118

We said ‘hello’ and  smiled, then silently moved on

Image by Liu Wen Cheng 我希望成為GOW3 via Flickr

Our thoughts loud with clear skies, and how we were before

Palm trees in the breeze, mornings by the shore

Evening walks and dreams, and counting constellations

We could have turned and asked how in each other’s eyes

These images had lost the substance to live on

We stifled the desire, afraid we might again

Shiver with regret if we’d know love again

So each to each we painted pictures of our world

Living in Facebook, chats, late honks of horns, and cars

Sometimes glued to i-pods, then generate new music

Though we sure killed ourown hymn, before it found the dance

Soaked in such admixture, what’s there left to see

What love is there to guide us, whose heart it’s going to be

The city wakes to traffic with news of ruined reasons

And more reports of profits, politics, crimes of passion

Of rivers dead with garbage and trash of broken dreams

Of lives born, grown, and withered before they could begin

No, nothing there about us, something to call our own

We gave up ere we made it, so soon, Dear Heart, so soon…