Trials

-Trials

Frustrations we vent, but to whom?
Cycles of trials we may stream above.
But with who ? but to who..
but with blue it may be, my love.

If I would speak of those words now,
it may be almost futile.
if we can let it fade away somehow,
What that took years may take just a while.

How funny it seems that our roads divide,
and then they converge.
Our thoughts they coincide,
and then they divert.

While the walls of division may be set upon us,
Tough as it may be we must not falter.
This, as it is, we shall pass,
a facet of unseen lustre.

If moments like these cease to exist,
then there's no test of faith.
beamed beyond this array of blues,
how much of these memories can we save?

Star gazers, as we are, we wait a thousand years,
only to chance upon a shooting star.
and through time and distances - the least of our fears
we'll stand unwavered in our paths.
This time, no walls, no separation
will do us part.