for the world to fade into oblivion,
for colours to dance upon the clouds in the boundlessness of sky.
atop the hill so high,
to hold only you in my embrace.

days come, days go.
time spent with you is comparable to that of the gardenia's story,
no less fragrant, yet oh so short.
tell me now - what should i do?

thinking, pondering, wondering, mulling.
waiting, contemplating, confounding.
exasperated.

has it changed?
my bona fide thoughts.
even i do not know.



it'll be an even longer time