An afternoon of being a poet

For some reason, or out of boredom I create another poem. Some says, a poem is a soulful way for the things you may not say directly to a person.




REASON


Give it to me, can't you see I am waiting.
When there's a light I know there's a sun.
I'll go to the sea to find black sand,
but when I turn around I saw none.




Give it to me, can't you see I falling?
I am walking but felt as if I am floating,
And the wind push his words silently saying,
"Gone from a far your heart disaappears."


Give it to me, can't you see I am little.
Hug the trees but it's too huge for me.
The weather now, blue, gray and red
Dose me with pure love not this rain of pain.


Give it to me, can't you see I am crying.
Carry me away far to your nurtured time.
Serenade me to take this solitude away.
The boat is sinking, but you're there playing.


Give it to me, can't you see I am begging.
Now I have no fireflies nor honey in my side.
The days left me and the nights don't see me.
I'm leaving now, I know it's too much to hide.


Give it to me, can't you see I alone?
the Sky,I see no stars nor shadow of the past.
I look around again, but it left me fall asleep
When I woke up, I found no traces of you.