Chaotic Tranquility

Floating Souls

I remember when we were six years old ,

When we used to meet at the river ,

Where the wind was too strong and the trees were too tall .

We used to bring our kites with us .

The ones with the colors and pictures,

And we would let them fly in the air ,

Let the green leaves of the mesmerizing trees mess with their fair .

I remember when you chopped off a piece of your shirt and glued it on yours ,

Saying that you loved your kite too much that you gave it a part of your best cloth.

So I went on and splashed my paint on mine too ,

To have a collection of my true colors and to add to its magnificent view .

Oh yeah,

We were weird

And stubborn indeed.

We never left our kites alone

We used to tuck them in bed and sing them a bedtime song .

And I'll always remember how we used to tie them around our wrists ,

Running wildly with the everlasting flows of the river

And allow their tides be the direction to our next adventure .

But I'll never forget when we stayed up at night in our treehouse ,

When we were sleeping under the lights of the moon

And the stars were watching over us like the guardians of the poor .

You woke me up in the middle of the night ,

Saying that you can't sleep with your thoughts too deep .

So we rested our backs to the dewy grass ,

And started creating adventures for the stars ,

Then giving them names according to the scars they had .

But ,suddenly, you layed your enchanting green eyes on me

And gave me a beautiful name as if I am one of the stars you see ;

Arabella .

You breathed the letters as if you're  releasing something you've been holding too long .

Then,

With my cheeks rosy pink

And a little space holding within,

You placed a light kiss on my forehead ,

And carved an enticing smile on your heart-shaped lips.

Oh darling ,

Those days are long gone .

For later on you've traveled to the city

And forgot all about your country and old memories .

Time had tricked us to think that the present would last .

It made us neglect the future ,

As if we were an old vinyl ,repeating its own tracks .

Yet with the years rushing by ,

I still wait for you in the treehouse by the riverside .

But everyday my ill heart wrenches unbearably ,

And the tears flood out of my exhausted eyes uncontrollably ,

For the mere realization that I can't call you mine .

A seed of hope planted itself in the bottom of my heart ,

For today wasn't like the other ,

Oh I am pretty sure it was not .

I saw your kite

With the same piece of cloth and holes ,

Floating gently with the breezes of the air ,

As if the nature made it a part of her infintie glow .

A hopeful smile grew along my lips .

Perhaps your young soul will return to its home and live its life again .