My Scattered Thoughts X

You talked of storms I mentioned calm; You were the moth of twilight I always burned myself to illumine; You were sure of your darkness I was confident of my light; I kept on sowing my own seeds to fertilize Without noticing that the crops I was working on Would never yield fruit, I could never believe the void attempts on the barren land that would ever render a rich harvest; I thought I was made to win But you were unwilling to accept defeat, You never admitted, though I never denied all violent passions and indigo dreams… Rain has its mood-swings... Let me make a plain for me I was too modest to break hearts You were too straight to perform that feat, Your rudeness defeated my tenderness, You always were successful in placing me on no man’s land; We could never go together Though I always thought We are dyed in the same tones of bold shades; To understand One’s own self is not beyond reach of those Who interpret the exuberance of sunsets in their own language…