And now we see what happens when I try to write something that I update regularly… Sorry to anyone waiting for an update. In my defense I can say that since this is poetry inspiration is a must.

To Sukikuro, first an apology that the should-be-easy explanation turned into full retelling of a myth.

In ancient Greek mythology there is a myth about king Midas, who was the judge in a competition of music between Apollo and the forest god Pan. King Midas judged in Pan's favor but everyone else agreed that Apollo was the better one. As a punishment for judging wrongly (fair or unfair as it may be) Apollo cursed Midas with donkey ears. Since he did not want any human to know of his shame, he from then one wore a tall gold crown to hide the ears. The only one who ever knew was the man who cut his hair. The man was sworn to secrecy, but he felt he had to say it once or he would go mad. So he went to the river, dug a hole and whispered king Midas secret into it. He thought the secret was safe, but soon there started to grow reed there, and when the wind whistled past, you could hear voices whisper King Midas has donkey ears.

You often say that

I think too much

That it might

be

my

biggest fault

…

Who am I

too judge?

…

But

I am doing it

Again.

Thinking.

All

Too

Much,

Wondering

Over things without

Consequence

About

What if

and

Maybe

…

Truly I am foolish

Such

Thoughts

Leads to Heartache alone

xXx

I am hurrying

Towards your house

Over

Stones and grass

Following

Old and

Familiar

Paths

Where we have walked together

In my

Hand,

A note

Dirtied by the

Earth

From the riverside

And my heart

Is full

Of

Happiness

And

…

Love

xXx

The pendulum

Of the

Clock

You gave me

Is swinging

Back

And

Forth

…

It was

A souvenir

From somewhere

I can't

Really remember

Germany?

Japan?

Spain?

It would be

Typical

Of you

To get a clock

From Spain

As a souvenir…

…

You joked

And called it a

Grandfather clock

That I remember

Because

You laughed,

And

When

You

Laugh

It is like sunshine in my home

I am waiting for you

We agreed

To meet

Today

Would you laugh

(Again)

If you knew

That

I

Have been sitting

Here

Waiting for an hour?

xXx

I can now see your house

In between

The trees.

The path

Takes a last

Curve

And opens up

To your garden

And there…

Wild roses…

Forget-me-not's…

Lilies…

… Familiar scents

That screams of your presence

And…

In the window

Light…

You are home.

Ten steps

Becomes five…

Becomes three…

… Two…

…One…

Closer

And closer

(and closer)

Now

Only a door

Between us.

In your door is

A window.

You have hung

Small curtains

In there

I

Laughed when I saw them

Because

They are so

You

…

It's

Easy to imagine

That when the weather is bad

You close

The curtains

And shut out the darkness.

You'd

Curl up

On the sofa

With

Your

Cup

Of

Tea…

And

Through the gaps

In the curtains

Your light shines out.

It

Is shinning now

And the curtains

Are open

xXx

You…

Are late

(again)

And now

I am nervous

…

It's been

An

Hour

Since my tea went cold

And

I put down my book

And now

You are late.

My emotions

Feels

Stretched out

Close

To

The

Limit

...

…

I think

I shouldn't just

Sit here…

(waiting)

I could call you?

Perhaps…

But

…No

You will come

Sooner or later

You always do

...

A minute

Passes

I never

Knew

How long a minute is

Before today

But then

A knock

I

Calmly stand

(Though it might look

Like I jumped up)

And walks to the door

Slowly

(Though you might think

I rushed)

And

Peek out

Trough the curtains

Wondering

Why you came

Trough the backdoor

…

It is you

Blue eyes

Glittering

And

Smile

Beaming

And

If

My hands

Fumble

With the door

It is

(Of course not)

Because I am

Nervous

And

If

Only if

I am

Nervous

It is

(Definitely not)

Because

Of

That

Smile

xXx

Shuffling footsteps

Announce

Your arrival

The curtains flutter

And I can hear

Fumbling hands opening the door

I Know

That when you open the door

You will be blushing…

And a smile

That you would call

Foolish and besotted

Is hidden in my mind

…

You open the door

Greeting me with a

You are late

That I know really means

Welcome

And if I look closely enough

You are blushing

And the smile in my mind

Becomes a fond chuckle

I

Am welcomed in

Told to

Brush of my feet

Hang up my coat

And for god's sake clean my hands

Why are they so muddy?

Then you grow quiet

Looking at my hands

And the fist

That is closed around

That little note

I found

And

(Suddenly)

You look unsure

Perhaps my muddy hands

And a little note

Has a meaning to you

I hope so

I truly do

And

I also

Hope

That just like you let me in trough the door

Today

You will let me in further

Behind that mask

That you so often wear

Not that I can't see trough it

But still

Though I am mostly sure

Of what I see

It would be nice

Knowing

That all those small glances

Brushing your hand against mine by mistake

Those reddening cheeks

That are often set aglow

When we meet

And

That secretive little smile you have

Really means what I Hope

…

But you see

Today

I have a secret weapon

That will let me in

Past your walls

(those unnecessary walls)

This little note

That you are now staring at

And I cannot help it

As I stand here

In your kitchen

With muddy hands

To reach out

With my palm up

And the note there

And answer

The unasked questions

That has remained

Between us for hundreds

Of years

I love you

A/N: This will probably be the last piece of this fic in poetry form. I will add one chapter written in "non-poetry" form when I manage to write it. If there is interest though, I might write more with another pairing or another story in this form.