Paradoxical Pilgrimage

Every year when the fingers of chill freeze the air into mist
And even brathe is seen as silver  on glass
When the suns smile is mellow and preoccupied
And its journey briefened by
The stretching raven arms of the silent night
When snow falls top kiss the bruised cheeks of the soil
And when the hearth blazes to warm the air

I travel every year to this cold desolate place
To spend one day ,the day of woe there
Trying to silent the muted screams of loneliness
That echo always in the corridors of my mind
In the tranquility of this place in nature's cradle

I try to relive the dead moments of the past
Those that are not burried and haunt me like spirits in unrest
I try to recapture the smile I lost here
That contentment that shattered here into glass pieces
I yearn to mend my broken heart
Here where it was broken without mercy or remorse
In these environs that stle you from my embrace
I search for the lingering traces of your existence
And that of our love that died here one season

This callous silent world ,isle of solitude
That we mistook for an oasis of undying love and passion
And where for a few moment our love blossomed like amaranth
What an illusion, a mirage that betrayed us
And threw 'us' into the chasm of eternal seperation
and now wandering in those streets that witnessed our love
And where our whispers of affection still echo
Where the trees indulgently gazed at our stolen kisses
I wander alone and desolte
Searching for mine that Iost here forever
And every year to endure this eternal torture
I make this paradoxical pilgrimage
Begging ironically from thieves that stole my life
To give it back again...