Possibly Could Be

I never looked for such type of feelings, they suddenly came to me, like the rain showing up in summer, I never expected this moment, I don't know how to handle this. I just know that I'm living five senses and that's a good start for me.

Among the streets and colors hanging out from windows and doorways, A dream of solitude is flooding. I’m looking for you in every image engraved on my mind, In every lost print let in the city. With care, I look for you in every color, every window, every doorway In every fleeting gaze, in the babbling fountains, In everything, I fail to see you. Like the wind brushing every tangle in my hair, I feel a close breeze, I feel silence and inspirational tempest. I feel silence, and desire, I feel your hands, and the light of two charming streams of honey, I know your language and you know mine. In that silence we both know, butterflies may I shout. The more silent I stay, the more I can hear you, Hear that heart struggle crying to be closer. An essence of mine is dreaming all the time. Dreaming your hands around, in silence, the tempest, Dreaming of you being here, dreaming, You make me forget the innocence, The present, the future, the past....