The blue house

I tried running errands to escape the tedious reality that life has become
But before I knew it I caught myself changing routes
Instead - I was now driving up the hill to the blue house you had briefly called home

It was still as blue as I felt the night after you left
The wind still rushed through the trees as they had when you were there
Even the birds still sang as they’d always done

The scenery was as peaceful as you when you sleep...
I couldn’t help but park my car on the side of the road to contemplate us
The dogs? Well, they must have recognised me because they didn’t say a word

I sat there, in awe of the time we spent together, remembering our version of 5AM
For the first time in a long time - and without saying a word - I had felt that my problems had the potential of being trivial
That the never ending river of sadness that had surrounded my dominion could in fact run dry

I had asked you cryptically about our fate once you left
I didn’t get clear answer - so I put both the subject and myself to bed
There was no use in raising questions about commitment when I felt so surrendered to your peace

Yet what I kept from you during our talks is that
I’m not supposed to find happiness in this life
It has nothing to do with you, but with my karmic lineage
And I’m terrified to cheat the cosmos of whats theirs

What’s written in the stars always works out
Yet spinning the wheels of luck can’t be cheating the universe of whats hers
For luck is nor good or bad
It’s just that - luck

So keep falling in love with me
And think about me in your REM sleep
I’ll be here awake... 
As I always am when I lay beside you