Chameleon

Silently
I am walking on
Hollowed ground
Am I walking?
I seem to fly.
Birds all around 
Me whispering, gazing
Suddenly a voice or two
I turn around and 
Hardly can believe
In what I hear
In what I see
The Nightingale
Talks to stone, 
To a beast turning 
Red 
And 
Green 
And 
Blue
"I'm alive" 
Says the bird,
"I'm alive in here ",
The Chameleon smiles
It's fate 
Is it's youth,
Never loved before,
Never shared a tear
Darkness fills the air 
And I realize
I do not fly anymore
No Chameleon, 
No Nightingale, 
No voice
Over there, 
The riverside, 
A bridge 
On the other side 
I see flowers
Everynow and then 
A flower on the way
Slowly getting pale,
Slowly recovering
Beasts crawling, sneaking
Silently weeping
But I don't seem to notice
Blue as I used to be,
Till I found you 
It's the Chameleon
Never responding
Silently nodding,
But never 
Spending a tune
Never
Let someone in,
As deeply 
As you did with
Me
It's the
Chameleon
Never responding
Silently nodding,
But never
Spending a tune 

Is it worth a try
Or will I drown ?
What better way
To die 
In search of life ?
As I step on, 
A crush I drown,
I die 
Happy though 
Happy not to have
Let a thing in life untried
A last view to