What I....

I listen to the whispers of the wind

To the laughter of the clouds

I listen to the whispers of the river

To the cackling sound of the birds

I listen to the cries of the earth

To the moaning of the meadow

I witness the birth of a flower
To the death of a full grown tree

I see light giving way to a new life

To light taking away from the young

I see mothers cry for their children

To children laughing at their mothers

I want to be a kid again

I want to be a kid again,
To laugh, to play and run free in the rain.
To see and enjoy life with what is given,
To love everybody, like some and hate none.
To chase the butterfly and the lovely sun,
To talk to tree birds and bees.

I want to be a kid again,
To cry without feeling ashamed of any.
To laugh uncontrollably and unconditionally,
To touch and feel the beauty in the unseen.
To listen to the unheard and unknown,
To feel wet sand against bare feet.

I want to be a kid again,
To fall  back without feeling miserable.
To open my heart without being forced to,
To answer all without being prejudiced.
To talk freely to the eagerly awaiting ears,
To be honest without being asked.

I want to be a kid again,

To cherish value of every relationship.

To hold caring each hand with the other,

To never let go off the sight of each other.

To simply eat, share and pray together,

To remain always together forever.

I want to be a kid again,

To be unafraid of the ways of the world.

To carry innocence all the way across,

To hold on to all things dear and precious. 

To be generous to those who need it all,

To have the same sweet smile for all.

Will you hold me in your arms?

Will you hold me in your arms?
After what you said and did.

When you chose me of all
Forever I became your pal.

You came to me every night
Clutching me close and tight

I have tasted all that is of you

The sweat, the tears when blue.

And the sweet lipstick of yours

That wouldn't go off me for hours.

The only symbol of our affection

You washed away in dejection.

You covered me in pretty hues
I was after all to you, your muse

I stood behind your back
On your lap and in the dark.

You no longer look at me
There is no longer the we

Now that I have become
Half of what is yet to come
Is it because I am no longer
The fluffy old pillow of yours?

What colour are you?

What colour are you?

Are you the white?

Simple, humble and bright

Or devoid of all feeling.

What colour are you?

Are you the black?

Daring, different and dark

Or just being a drab.

What colour are you?

Are you the green

Excited, lively and all preened

Or just plain in vain.

What colour are you?

Are you the red?

Intense and strong in the head

Or cocky and chaotic.

What colour are you?

Are you the yellow?

Sunny, soft and mellow

Or flaming to burn others.

What colour are you?

Are you the blue?

Happy without a clue

Or moody and cold.

What colour are you?

Are you the brown?

Pure earthiness deep down

Or the aloof and ingratiate?

What colour are you?

Maybe all, maybe none

Or you keep changing

From one to one

From time to time.