To Start Anew

I pass my time looking at the sky
imagining coloured clouds
Now I write with no words
without a reason, without goals

Think that love is a season
of shelter and cold
between me and you,
between us two

If your heaven is my hell
now it’s time to bid a farewell
When you silently cry out
When your world is falling down

Think that grief is a mirage
of the selfishness in the heart
in your heart,
in our heart

I pass my time looking at the sky
imagining coloured clouds
I fall in love with the moment, so
I desire you, I’m sorry, I’m not in control

The only thing I long to need
An innocent look
with complicity

To fill my emptiness
To feel I’m alive
To start anew


© 2003 Marc Puig