While I am at it..heres another one…

I remember the time I wrote this in my old flat..it was one of those cellar flats and when I looked out of the window all i could see was the sky…and the rain running down the wall of the skylight shaft, the place was alwayd dark and moody..but it matched how I felt at the time…I was down…but on the horizon my next conquest was awating and I was planning my first moves…

The Rocky Path

When all is said and done,
Is all that is left when love has been lost is but to carry on the struggle
Along that what had suddenly became a rocky path?

Then for a while the sky will be but many shades of grey,
Weeping rain upon my path, the mud dragging at my feet slowing my melancholic gait,
The cruel wind tearing at my tears at your memory, the howling of the wind carrying my cries to deaf Gods,

Cupid’s arrow had struck so deep and from this heart now only sorrow seeps,
The pain I have felt so many times and each time to myself I did lie, would never feel again,
But for those short moments of happy bliss, no pain shall prevent such joy to miss,
So on I march within the shadows of my gloom, hoping soon that a ray of light will find and light my path,

So until that day when another you comes the other way, followed too with clouds of grey,
You will reach out as you pass, and then at last the moment we touch, that ray of light will turn the grey, and send the wind the other way, our tears will dry and the rocky path becomes a meadow of wild flowers…..and we both hope each will forever stay…..

Rexdeus xXx

Corny I know ..but maybe there is a bit of truth hidden somewhere within those lines.
It is strange how one can articulate thoughts and feelings into words..