~ The Souls ~

I
Every night I go to bed, holding your hands
Thinking of you beside, at least your warmth,
Never found I the same in the dumb dawn…
My entire bed of thorns breathes of its own…
The longer you’ve gone, the way through
Thirst becomes harder, eye gets grey
You are now undeniably needed,
You were the chosen one O’ mine…
II
Getting wider the Memory Lane,
Having facts of a colorful era, sub-second passion…
Earnest prayer to get together, Honey
Without being lost from each other,
Unmixed happiness played a role
Becoming satisfied but careless soul,
Ignored desire of soul-mate’s dream,
Committed a sin clearly so extreme…
III
Now you are needed, no way around
Being point-blank, truly spellbound…
Husbands would cry for his wife when it’s too early,
To pass away leaving
No child of their own seeds,
Tears for their beloved
Wives would remind the love,
Memories of holy happy
Days & nights of wishing a child,
No living memory is left
Behind to remember you, Honey
You are nevertheless
Needed so terribly, as I feel so zero,
Even the mere pair
Of our toothbrushes stay still together …
IV
Nothing to carry out
But there is only a request -
You have to wait and wait until I die…
A tiny wish to catch
You there to hold your face,
in some rainy day,
Being barefooted both of us
To say hello again,
To love you over again,
it must not be missed,
The pure sweetest sight,
Of eyeing you again
After a dimension away… .. .