A subtle feeling

It's a subtle feeling.

A hallow wind of despair consuming you,
eating you up from your deepest thoughts.

A tender enigmatic flow of desperation,
trying to reach a taste of perfection.

You can make life beautiful,
and paint the sky with colors of love.

Change your world
and mold it from the fruit of your imagination.

No one will judge you,
only futile spirits are ignorant of the smell of life.

Looking at the past is not a shame,
surely the horizon is not bright enough,

To let the golden sunset shine through my dream
and make it real from the palm of my hand.

I can't hold into your warmth or feel your touch on my skin without feeling fear.

Of losing you,

Losing your eyes on me,

Losing the taste of your simple kisses.

I will repose my soul on your shoulder 
then close my mind to the sound of your heartbeat.

It's a subtle feeling between hesitation and awareness.

The sky is still blue as I write,
I hope it would be rose tomorrow,

When I open my eyes again...
To a new feeling.