Timid Being

Timid being seems to squirm inside,

Wide eyed,

Love and despair at the same time,

Heart has traveled from buses to trains,

To thousands of miles of unabashed love,

To plunging planes and tidal waves,

A storm seems to disrupt inside,

In colors of gold and grey,

For the first time 6 o’clock feels late,

Night never seems to fade from the eyes,

Heart has been up all night,

Of ever stuttering windows, Rain clouds,

Despair seems to be the chair,

That rocks back on its own accord,

The pendulum seems afraid to venture,

It’s certain, never ending, never changing path,

And the days have been enlightening,

Frightening have been the cold nights,

Loneliness has exchanged numbers,

But never seems to communicate,

Heart has travelled from the shadow to the eyes,

Long winding tresses of Golden Grace,

Her face seems to fade away,

Each time the mind ventures,

The face seems to fade a little more,

Maybe the memories were made to last,

Till the reality dawns it’s awkward embrace,

For the endless time 6 o’clock feels late,

Night never seems to fade,

Heart ponders on its never ending path,

It’s certain, never ending, never changing path,

Love and Despair at the same time.