rose

her cheeks so rosy, like her parka, and she is running to the train station.
these eyes, you can t forget, these are the eyes of sparkling life, of innocence and love.

sometimes i can t breathe
my love to her is almost lost in reverie
and she is growing so fast

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sometimes i remember
the moment i just trusted
and he held me in his arm, whispering, i haven t held a girl in my arms like this in a long long time. i was surprised, didn t understand, but how could i, it was all in obscurity then. now i know and with this knowledge the fascination grows, the what if game, trying to understand someone else from within. how it must have been. that girl, so innocent and naive, seeking shelter in his arms. trusting him so completely with all the rainbow colors in her heart. how he warned her, warned her, warned her. and how she would always trust, again and again and again. trust in the good. and that it would work. even though the dark side of the moon can never be at the light.