Nothing is mine. Never wrote a Mentalist fic before. It's a poem I had written long back, somehow I found this to be fitting. Do let me know what you think of it.
I stand alone at the shore
Waiting
Waiting for
The clouds to part
Like curtains
Unveiling
A sliver of silver crescent…..
She smiles
Yet,
I feel numb
Like an empty bottle of rum
My insides are frozen
Icy icicles pierce my veins
I'm cold
All alone
My eyes search
The choking darkness
In vain
Someone turn the light on
It's driving me insane
My cold stone heart weeps
My heart's most precious desire
Has burned itself in hell's fire
I know not how
I know not when
But I'm on my knees
The truth hits me
With the vigor
Of a gale
He won't come
He won't hail my name
There will be none-
No kisses,
No fights,
No hugs,
I sigh- Resigned
I know not how
I know not when
But,
Warm hands touch me
Sending shivers down my veins
The ice melts
My heart is on fire
Blazing in the warmth
His lips brush lightly on my cheek
His arms encircle my waist
Pulling me upright
My heart races
I look up at his angelic face
So different
And
Yet so same
He looks in my eyes
I know
What will he say
I know
That I don't need to hear it
We gaze…
Searching….
Words unspoken flow
From
Mind to mind
From
Heart to heart
Forget it
Let's go home
I state, slipping
My hand into his
He smiles
The smile that lights up my world
Face radiant
Eyes twinkle
Bright with
Myriads of mischief
And he quips
Hey Lisbon!
Let's go have an ice- cream!