Was it yesterday
that you held my hands
kissed them
then laid them on your heart?
Was it yesterday
that you brushed my hair
away from my face
so that I could see you?
Yet why does it seem
so long ago like some
ancient memories from
some unknown time?
Have I lost my sense of time
or have I grown
so dependent upon you
even for my breath?
Have I turned into this puppet
of a person that
comes to life upon the movement
of your fingers?
Yet my mind dreams to fly
and traverse the skies
My soul yearns to break free
and touch the stars
And my heart wants
to walk into the evening sun
Where as my psyche
tells me that I should stay
- © M@t@Maya 05 February 2013
