You are the moon...I'm the sun!

I wonder how everything between us became so dead like that but in same time I wont blame on you cause it's already dead! Both of us can not meet. It's like my depression in autumn or my pains when I see the rains on my window while I was in teens, then I felt how much it's cold like your words, upset like my old poems, lonely like my times in train and liar like your eyes!
It makes me new stranger who can not recognize the new world or those new faces, I'm stranger inside but new, so complex but more passionate and sensitive.
I can see it when I drink cup of tea in the quiet while I can see the lights so far and small like stars in the summer nights, it was our nights, our place and our talk while none can see or hear while we were only can hear ourselves, smell the salts coming from the quiet lake where you know very well!
It was magic, it plays with our emotions and feelings like me when I ride that white horse in my imaginations searching for my freedom in a world forgot once that I'm woman!
I always miss that horse in my dreams, you know how much I feel he is so light and fast, it like wind or an idea comes in seconds to me and you in same time, so clear, so fast but so magic and deep!
This horse makes me fly and be in another stage from like, maybe it's not life or maybe it's before death but I'm sure it's not happening with others because it can make fly in the air, it makes my wrapped self go and fly with birds, yes I can fly now while I can see it in my imagination and my hair can escape there with me, do you know how many times I was flying there?!
It's the same times as much as I go to the sea at night, and set on it's rocks, did you see how they are mixed with the green algaes?! You know that it makes me worry to slide down that's why I need your hands now to hold me tight, and just be silent as me, listen to these waves, it can take us to different places, we can travel now, maybe to Greece or maybe to Italy, I can see the other side from here, I can smell their old trawls in their poor boats, maybe it's not same our time, I think they came from the 19th century because I can see the fisher wife waiting with at her simple house with her children, their stomach are empty and their house is cold but they set together in one place beside the warm heater cause it rains out there, also his wife suddenly feels her husband coming back and she go outside in that weather and try to wave for him but he still so far can not sea anything but he want to come back so fast and feel warm in her arms, while she goes again to her little little babies so disappointed like my waiting to you! I am sure that all these happen so far there while we are setting here looking at these black waves in the deep fear of sea darkness and the dark sky as well then we can wish if we can see the pure sky of lazy summer come again!

Love this sea as much as you love me, it's so great, mysterious, dark, awful but faithful and magic, it can keep our secrets so away from those fake faces, he knows everything about us and he will permit to me to dip myself so long time with long breath then I can hold your hands again, I can touch these waves which took my hair and make it slides so freely in this dark night, I can remember now when my old grandfather told me swim in sea if u want to your hair to be longer, I want to go with those waves not to come back as much as I want to fly on my white horse in nowhere!
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So, do we know eachother well! Did we meet before?! Maybe in an old street where I went once in my dreams searching for a book which complained from the time but still keep it's yellow pages well.
I know your face as you know me and as much as you are gonna own me so deeply with this diplomatic smile, does it fake one?! Or it's real! But you know, I no longer believe in my dreams anymore as before, honey! So I'm trying not to run after all those emotions though it slides so free also like my hair in that waves, just without any plans, it comes suddenly like my stray ideas and go because of my desire to be wise girl as I am always trying to be not to show myself or my feelings because as you know it can not be like our perfect dreams...But also I am still there with my white horse whom you are not owing yet, do you think, you can owe ?? Do you think our ways can be met in one point? Do you think I can run once to your arms and just escape from everything behind, darling?!
I want it so much now but you know me I am always afraid from my faith and wondering, can we feel that fair in that life?! Can we make that equalization ?! Can you leave your nights, hero and come to my day?!I can lighten your day with rays! Just leave these stars there away, it reminds me with my silly dreams, I need reality now. Or you are only my night hero?! Are you real or like my favourite classic stories?!I just do not want you to stay alone within these nights? Visit me, touch my cold hands, give me feeling of safety, and do not care my arms tremblings' , You can be my moon...I can be your sun! :)