The flood

 I was feeling tired last night, it could have been the day out or the couple of glasses of O'porto wine that made me feel heady.  So I thought I have an early night, thought I sign in for a few minutes before I get in bed, perhaps I could find some one to have a little talk with,   signed in..but found no one on....Checked my mail but found noting....went on Facebook but again noting. Alright! I said to my self, a quick look to my blogg and off to bed I go! Somehow, I found my self reading old posts of mine, went back to early August, read a few post and actually got goose bumps while reading...I some how forgot what was passing in my head back then...

While reading "on the bed where I sleep" 

I remembered more happened then just counting sheep. 

My memories to life again I brought
as deep inside more and more I sought 

One particular fragment glistened in the dark 
A girl in a box, lost I found, and now I keep as a mark 

I took her home with me 
but never she had to be set free 

By day and night I protected her 
and many times we ended in endless stare   

She wanted to be part of my world 

 In my life you ended up in a twirl 

You wished for me to meet you with a balloon

But soon we where stopped by the start of the monsoon 

You where gone...gone with the flood 

As chills I felt in my blood 

Where have you gone now my dear?

You not to return I'm afraid ...I fear...

 remember you......... wanted 

to be                      part of my world, 

and you did my 

                                                        dear...

Thank you "F"