Voice of the Past...

Voice of forgotten
In the Foggy Past
“-You ought to...”,
“-You should have...”,
“-You must...”

Why do they talk
To me again...?
What were
Those memories?
Why pain?
I freeze
I turn
I look again...
Nobody
In alley
...

Alone Tree...
And
Me
...
Alone Me...
And Tree
As Thee

Why then
That sudden
Pain
Just scratched
My Healed wound
Again?
Why Voice...?
Why it is
Never gone?
And still
With me all day?
Why?

Why I am not
Alone...?
Why?
Why Leaves?
Why shadows
Talk...
Why trees?

Amnesia?
Why Thee?
Why
I still do remember
You in me...?

Why
I am so afraid
This pain?
That could have been
Just scratch
not seen...
Perhaps I still,
Still wish your touch
It was the only
Dream ...
The Dream of mine
You are the Tree,
Tree
In Alley...
Why I do feel you
Still so much
Your touch...
And gently
Talk to Thee...
My Darling...

So long ago
you are free
since all have felt
Apart...
Your leaves
Still whisper
On cold wind
The Words,
Words of lost Love

I doubt often
Is it Thee ?
Alone silent as a tree
Whom are you talking to?
To Wind?
To me?
I want just run away
I see
You're waiting
Someone else...
Just me?
I am afraid
...
But dress...
…
That lovely dress
I do,
I wear
I do,
do cut
Quite short
My hair...
Like you
Reviving
All your past
Your presence..?
Yes
I ought to
Even must
I dare...

The only way
The Love
Will last
Is to build Future,
Brake the Past
But...

Why then
That so sudden
Voice this day?
Just Touched
My Healed wound
Again?
Why pain...?
Why it is
Never gone?
And still
With me
All heart is thorn ...

Why I am not
Alone...?
Why?
Why Leaves
Why do these shadows
Talk?
Why are you
Silent tree?
Amnesia...
Is not erasing Thee...
Why
I still feel
It still remains?
What could have
Been just scratch
But pains
Perhaps I still
Still wish your touch
The only
Dreams
of mine
in nights
Dream through
Death darkness
With no lights
You were
The Tree

Fall
Thee
Alley...
Why I do feel it
Feel Your touch...
And gently
Talk to Thee...
Not much

Why still
You come
As silent tree?
Why do you come
To talk
To me?

I doubt...
I am so afraid
The Love I do confess.
I want to run
To run away,
away
Not waiting
Someone else...
...
I do...
I wear
Wedding dress
I do...
I cut
My hair...
Too...
Like you..
Reviving
In my chest
That I still love
Still Love just you

The only way
The Love
Will last
Is to build
Future
Brake the Past

But you are
Telling
From my depth
From part
I hidden well
You re still
living
In my heart
The Future
Or a Spell?
Or Magic
Of becoming
You
When
I'm just
With
Myself?
Oh just
Forgotten
“I Love You...”
So strange
Strange foretell...

I freeze
I wait
I turn
No one...
I know…
But the tree
In long alley of park
My Bride…
We've met…

I recognise,
Your dress
Your hair
You're alive
Alive somewhere…
Still hidden
In my heart...