Void

To the Mermaid who swam away..

Another day gone by,
night creeps into my world again.
This space you left behind,
What emptiness, the nature of this void!
So much left unsaid, incomplete,
torn apart, twisted away, pulled out.

Could you be reflecting,
on those distant shores
at other side of the world,
under the very same gaze ,
of the setting sun?

Or are you warm in the arms of another,
forgetful of the bond we created,
the ties you left behind.
This wound is painless to escape
in the arms of another.
But here and now,
fate forces me to exorcise
the shadows of your memories
with courage I must find within.

Why does your laugh echo within the hollow hallways of my ears?
And why does your smile haunt my sight whichever direction I turn?
Is this what they call obsession?
Am I mad, or am I embedded in attachment,
lost in an illusion which never was?
Maybe you never were,
maybe you do not exist
Except in the imaginary worlds
I wander into from time to time.

This void, such emptiness,
like thick syrup flowing over me
encompassing, suffocating.
How do I escape
from this prison reeking of loss
within my heart, my soul?
Are the Gods so cruel
to turn the real into the unreal?
Are they merely at play with us,
toy puppets with fragile hearts?

This puppet has let you go
but its heartstrings are yet tied to you.
Uncut, holding strong.
Why and to what I do not know.
For true you never were..

This void, how may it be full again?
The oceans have taken all the waters,
their shores have all thats sand.
the skies possess the air, the ethers
and the sun keeps all light within its palm.
What then fills a heart with love
but another heart itself.

Is love real or imaginary?
Yours appeared real for a moment,
like the reality of a fading dream,
like a cloud merging into the sky.

Am I holding onto a lost dream
snatched away as day is stolen
by the closeted darkness of night?
or do I simple yearn for you,
a reflection of myself,
as a tree misses a fallen branch?