Poetry on despatches

Journey

Tue, 09 Dec 2025 16:14:22 +0000

``` Reaching for the snow atop the everest, the grey dust of the moon, or the cold blackness of space. However we measure the distance, To that place, those milestones, that which we convet so. Be it measured in miles, hearts, accolades, or pieces of coloured paper or plastic. We must all pass two milestones, The thresholds of these bookends, It must be passed alone. No matter the distance, To the fabled top of the world, Be it eight thousand kilometers, three hundred thousand miles, a billion beats, or a trillion dollars, all journeys must start with one step, they must also end with a single step, Whether your arrive, or you do not. If all we have is the step, The first, the last, and each in between, Do we step on golden rungs of our ladders, standing tall and proud, leaning on nothing at all. If all we have is the step, perhaps each should be on the ground, without shoes, socks or fear, Without concrete, tarmac or things that man built. If all we have is the step, perhaps we should feel the ground underneath it, for it is soft and yeilding, gentle and loving, not the way man built it. If all we have is the step, perhaps we should take it one step at a time, As Aesop once tried to tell us, but this time, perhaps we do not race, let us too nap, whenever we are tired, or simply because we want to. Let us remember, for in the end, everything crumbles, your accolades, your dreams and your legacy, even your memories, If not today, then in a year or a hundred. All we had, and only in that moment, was the step. In each of these steps, the first, last, or each in between, let us take a beat, out of the billion we might have. Let us smell the roses, Let us smell the manure, Let me see the colours, of rainbows after rain, Feel the air on our face, Tears streaming down cheeks. Through joy, or through sorrow, let us live life. Take my hand, my friend, Take my hand, my lover, Take my hand, you whom I know not yet, Show me the of the world as you see it, In greys or the colours of the rainbow, Hear my song, the one that makes me cry, Help me walk when I cannot, Let me carry you when you cannot. For in my life, I care not for the milestones, the numbers, or that which lasts, not any more. For in my life, I let the destination go, and I let the journey dissolve, I need no more steps, For I have all of you. ```

Not Afraid

Fri, 02 Aug 2024 16:12:59 +0000

There once was a boy,
And the boy was not afraid.

He looked out at the world,
Everywhere he looked,
Everyone he knew,
Led their life carefully,
Moved through crowds cautiously,
Stayed far from the ledge.

It took many years,
Jumping off many cliffs,
Chasing butterflies,
Breaking his little heart,
many, many times.

He understood the fear,
He felt it as he lay on the floor,
cradling himself,
Afraid to open the door,
Afraid to get up,
Afraid to breathe,
Letting the darkness take him.

The fear permeated him,
Every pore, nook and cranny,
A darkness with no beginning,
A darkness with no end.

Forsaken!

Cold!

Afraid!

Alone!

Flicker,
Flicker,
Flicker,
Hope.

Step...
Step...
By,
Step...

Into...
The light.

There once was a man,
And he was brave!

A Half Written Poem

Wed, 03 Jan 2024 13:26:07 +0000

``` The middle of the night, When the moon had eloped. A cool breeze drifted, sails fluttered, leaves danced, The sound of water lapping. A boat inched its way to shore, Its hold overflowed, locked behind a heavy door, On the deck, a man sat against the black wall, his charred chest rasped, A crow watched from a mast. In his half open hand, A half written poem, ```

Shrouded in a Cloud

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 16:13:01 +0000

Shrouded in a cloud,
Of mist, fog, haze,
memories of roses,
Pitter patter, pitter patter.

Holding me tight,
A little too tight
Holding me close
Hold me closer

A drop rolls down my face,
Another races to my chin,
One is stopped,
By upturned lips.

Is it today or tomorrow,
Maybe it’s yesterday,
Is that the sun I see,
Or is it the moon?

There’s the roses again,
Is that how rainbows smell?
Pitter patter, pitter patter,
All around me.

Rags to Riches

Mon, 20 Nov 2017 16:13:01 +0000

In a land of misery and pain,
I grew up believing in fairy tales,
In princes, princesses and happy endings.

In a land of sorrow and sadness,
I grew up believing the words of rock n roll,
I believed in fate, destiny, and happily ever after.

In a land of poverty and subservience,
I felt wealthy beyond all comparison,
I was rich with hopes, dreams and fantasies.

In a land of despair and regret,
I grew up and moved away, far far away,
To a land rich and happy, filled with marvels.\

In a land of wealth and influence,
My dreams of fairy tales were dashed,
I experienced misery and pain, day after day.\

In the land of princes and princesses,
I learnt of music full of sadness and anger.
I played the rhythm and the blues day after day,
night after night.

In the land of independence and power,
I felt trapped and powerless,
Life was happening
I fought against it
I grew up,
I lost

Then I met you!

Only Love

Wed, 07 Jun 2017 16:13:01 +0000

Imagine your heart, beating in your chest.
It has two parts,
Love is created in one,
And recevied in the other.

See the love flowing from your heart,
Redirect it all into the other part of your heart
Watch as your heart fills slowly.

Don’t try too hard, let it flow naturally.

When ready, let it overflow, slowly.

Let flow all over your body, cover your entire body with love
Let it flow into your mind, cover all of it with love
Let it flow into your entire being

Now, let it flow outside you,
The barriers that kept that love inside you is gone.

In the middle of your heart is a tunnel that connects you
It connects you to everybody whom you love
Let the love flow.

The love within your being does not diminish.
The newly created love replenishes any that is flowing out.

Let it flow out and it flows through the ones near you.

The love dances with the love from the others

Slowly, bit by bit, dancing, flowing, playing, all of the love merges together.

We are one, particles within an ocean of love.

We are no more, there is only the love.

Dark & Light

Wed, 10 May 2017 16:13:01 +0000

All around, as far as the eye can see,
Nothing around but darkness,
Not a flame in sight,
Not a single light,
No creatures bright.

Fear has gone missing,
A glimmer of it only now and again,
And it hides again.
Every action certain,
Every step sure.

Walking, running, crawling,
always moving.

A moment, a day, a year, an eon,
It all moved the same.

A glimmer in the far
Growing faintly as I draw near.

Walking, running crawling,
Always moving.

Light abound, as far as the eye can see,
Nothing but light
Shadows around,
That and the memories,
Everything else is light.

Standing a crossroad,
Fear has been found,
And it fills the light.
All the courage I could muster
Crushed under the weight of the fear,
Ash in the light

Unending Love

Sat, 20 Jun 2015 13:11:49 +0000

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times\

In life after life, in age after age, forever,
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, to wear around your neck in many forms

The Joy of Misery

Fri, 19 Jun 2015 20:34:10 +0000

I want to write of happy things,
Joyous ocassions,
Of which there sure are aplenty
Yet, for some some reason,
Perhaps a long standing conditioning,
I keep getting dragged back,
Back into the mud,
Into the quicksand,
A murky swamp\

Why oh why?
Why is there so much joy,
In the misery and sorrow?
In the chewing bubble gum,
To solve a maths equation.\

Why oh why,
Do I,
Am I,
Do I,
With little to carry around,
Worry that I indeed have little,
I have only this trouble,
This trouble or that\

I am lacking,
Not in joy,
Yes in joy,
For I am lacking,
In troubles\

Road to Rome

Thu, 12 Jun 2014 16:13:01 +0000

It was just another day,
or so it seemed…

The sun shone ever so bright
on a soul dark and bitter…

Sipping another drag of nicotine,
quaffing another shot of something strong,
at least in the mind,
of the soul still so dark and bitter.

The heat bearing down…
trying its best to burn away..
at least at the edges of the bitterness…
and even the sun…
could do very little…

The birds chirping tried…
so did everything in its path..
but none had any effect.

Then it encountered something unexpected…
Hidden away in a corner of the world!

Something it had given up on finding…
a time before time itself.

In a moment,
lasting an eternity,
it changed…
everything changed…
existence itself..
was no longer what it was…

The energy, the optimism,
the joy and love expressed..

Beyond words,
inexpressible in action.

Even art fails to grasp
that which happens in an instant.

Some call it love at first sight.

Other call it fate..

Others yet call it destiny.

I just called it my destination.

Everything conspired,
sometimes cruelly,
sometimes sweetly,
sometimes stubbornly….

But as all roads once led…
led to Rome…

All roads led me to you…

And time is suddenly moving too fast…
Trying to slow it down,
but time is more stubborn,
than poor old me…

Two years, a lifetime, many lifetimes..

A brand new life - one barely imagined..
barely contained…

Happiness discovered; love infinite…

Slow it Down

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 16:13:01 +0000

So much of my life was spent running,
away from or to something, I did not know.

Outside of life itself was existence,
an adrenaline fueled ride into oblivion,
a life envied, hated, admired, reviled!

A path of self destruction,
collateral damage and catharsis.

Destroying everything and anything,
that which was, is, could be, will not be..

Close to few, far from few…

Living fast, dying young…
Anywhere but here,
Anywhere but now…

Flying fast… into the mountains…
and captured, not just attracted or found..
but captured.

Slow as a snail now. Days go by too fast…
Slow it down - anything to slow it down…

Hold on tight

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 12:51:30 +0000

Hold on tight,
To everything,
Just hold on tight,
for you don't know when,
when it might all go,
when it might all disappear.

Hold on tight,
for one day,
it will go,
it will disappear.

But not today,
Not right now,
not if I can help it.

For tomorrow,
Realise that it is gone,
and not for a moment or a day,
but for ever.

And I might resent that which,
that, which,
which slipped away,
while I held on to these hot coals.

Scars are but I have left,
but not from that,
not that which I desired,
but that I didn't,
that which I couldn't,
I just...

Told once not to,
Don't give life your all,
Not if happiness is seeked,
Not within the confines,
Not happiness in the life,
Not the life you know,
Not the life you understand.

So I held on,
To the net,
The safety nets,
Not just one,
But all I could.

And yet, ripped,
Not just away,
Not just apart,
All the nets,
If not in life,
then in death.

To live a life,
As alone as it will be,
For nobody,
To throw away,
To discard their nets,
Their safety nets,
In life, and walk.

Along the edge,
Where with a hello,
and a how do,
life meets death.

To die is to live,
To live is life,
But if happiness you seek,
Happiness confined,
Happiness from another,
Don't take the leap.

Just hold on tight...

A Life Lived

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 16:13:01 +0000

I remember a time,
Not that long ago,
To be driven by misery,
by sorrow and pain.

Walking a world covered in snow,
A cold heart cracked.

Stayed up late… and every night,
The lights flickering and switching,
Faster than I could keep up,
music, louder, louder and louder still.

I can feel the bass, pumping through me,
Existence, but a mere memory,
drinking, and drinking,
till the memories fade.

Walking out into the cold,
the snow falling,
forever falling,
walking with the snow crunching,
and it felt like forever.

Dragging on yet another cigarette,
on yet another dark day,
yet another grey day,
The sun might be brightening up the day,
but it wasn’t making a dent on mine.

Wandering back into the darkness,
the noise screams at me,
People shout and I wave,
I push and trudge my way to the bar,
for yet another drink,
with yet another drunk.

I smiled, I laughed,
and inside, I didn’t cry,
for all that would make me cry,
was being forgotten,

was a lifetime away,
and yet never quite forgotten.

But in this pain,
in this misery,
in these grey days,
I lived a life.

A life fuelled by drugs and passion
a strong desire to run
far far far away.

Today, now, looking back,
music, louder, louder and louder still.

A drink in my hand,
but no cigarette to my mouth.

Pain, misery and suffering but a memory,
something I barely remember,
not forgotten. A life that was.

All it took was a beat, a song, a lyric,
and in an opening,
the memories come back,
flooding as if they were always there.

It is yet different,
They are calm,
no longer running.

And I let the music seep in
and into my existence,
enjoy my existence
as I once myself was lost
in the music, in the bass, in the beat.

What I once stumbled across,
only while running away,
I now experience,
not entirely by accident,
but by choice.

The power,
the charisma,
the love,
the passion,
the bass,
the melody,
the lyrics,
the drugs,
the passion,
the love….

life… :-)

Boundless

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 16:13:01 +0000

Swimming around gently,
for what seemed like an eternity,
in what was but a moment,
in her big brown eyes.

Time, with its ever changing moods,
never stopping,
always without mercy,
I have myself a stay of execution.

Swimming in this warmth,
this glow of love and affection,
I am nary a man,
nary a being of time or space.

In infinity I bask, in the glory,
of simply being loved,
by a heart that knows not,
not what bounds are.

Thoughts

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 16:13:01 +0000

The thoughts that fill us daily
Are the stone, the rocks
The pavement, the roads.

These roads we pave,
Sometimes with shit,
Sometimes with silver,
Perhaps with gold.

We pave these roads
With whatever we find,
With whatever we can afford.

But nothing changes the fact
The simple fact,
The destination is hell.

You can plant trees,
You can have butterflies,
Deer, birds and bees.

You can move in a car,
You can walk and
You can cycle there

It can be midday,
Or a moonlit night,
Dusk or dawn,
It matters not.

The road you are on,
It takes you to hell.

Words

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 16:13:01 +0000

There was once a time,
when words flowed,
like a river, yearning for the sea.
simple words conveyed great meaning.

Words as simple as love,
had a power…
a power that was indescribable.

In the world of words, it was easy,
easy to get lost and forget,
forget the feelings,
the memories,
the thoughts,
that they embodied.

I was never prepared,
A time when words would fail me.

For there are some things,
some rare things in life,
that words cannot describe,
words have not been created for,
words cannot be created.

I would read the the dictionaries,
not just of this tongue,
but all that has ever been writ,
to find but one word,

one word,
to come close,
to how much,
just how much,
I love you…

Good Intentions

Wed, 27 Apr 2011 00:11:22 +0000

And I walk down this path,
Paved with gold and silver,
And the colours of the rainbow,
Paved with nothing but good,
No, the best... of intentions...

Right into the heart of hell.

It takes time to walk this path,
Patience, they say is a virtue,
But one day, I will get there...

I watch the butterflies,
The red roses,
And the chrysanthemums,
As they lean towards me,
As if to try and get away,
From the gates of hell...

With each step, as I get closer,
I taste the air get more arid,
Just a little, only a little,
Barely noticeable...

And I watch the butterflies
As beautiful as a rainbow,
Glimmering ever so bright,
As they turn into moths,
As dark as the night sky,
Not even a sliver of light,
For there is no moon.

The flowers,
With the undeniable,
Their unforgettable fragrance,
Swaying softly in the breeze,
Inviting me into a world,
A world of joy and fun,
As they turn into death,
Into the dark branches,
That once held the beauty of all life...

The gate ever so wide open,
One does wonder, but quietly,
Why there are gates at all...

Walking through, I feel the heat,
It burns my skin, but slowly,
I feel myself burn away,
Slowly and with passion...

Sparks fly enthusiastically,
Playing with each other,
like lovers on a moonlit night.

When all is done and said,
I see that my heart is still beating,
The fires licking it, kissing it tenderly,
Coaxing it, ever so quietly and gently.

Join us, in this eternal fire,
This fire of infinity,
Burn, and for ever,
Be for ever a part of this.

But my heart denies the fire,
An eternity, an instant,
A drop of blood,

A small drop of blood,
floats down into the fire.

Dreams

Tue, 26 Apr 2011 01:38:16 +0000

For I once did fall,
For an angel of darkness and light,
As my knees touched rock bottom,
With the heavy burden of this love I felt..

I realise that she does not love me,
For what she felt me for me,
There is not a word,
Not a phrase, a paragraph or a book.

Even all the words ever written,
All the words ever spoken or thought,
Yet could not describe that...

That undeniable, irrevocable feeling,
That fundamental fibre of her being,
Indescribable to any mortal,
Perhaps even the immortals...

My knees feel the rocks underneath,
And as I look up, I see her,
In all the glory that my mortal eyes can behold...

Her wings spread out,
In all their multicoloured glory...

Her bare feet, with her golden skin,
Glistening in the moonlight...

Her soft golden curls,
Draped over her kind face,
Glistening in the glory of the sun...

You might know her as life,
Others describe her as fate,
Others yet might know her as destiny...

I did, but only once hear,
That she was described,
As nothing less than the universe...

Walking on this earth,
On the same streets each day,
Past the same buildings,
The same stores,
And the same concrete sidewalks...

The same as I walked on yesterday,
And the day before...

I straighten my back,
And I look up at the sky...

And I feel the tingling sensation,
Just very faintly on my back...

As it grows and sprouts,
Like a tree that has been watered and fed,
Not just for a day or three but decades and centuries...

I feel the wings on my back,
In all its multi-coloured glory...

In a moment of clarity, I realise,
To fly, all one has to do is dream...

And then simply reach for them...

The Circle Of Life

Mon, 25 Apr 2011 17:23:43 +0000

The circle of life,
starting at zero,
and all the way to infinity,
to find that you are merely back,
right at the beginning,
at zero.

For I am nothing,
Yet, I find that I am,
I am everything.

In your soft hands,
I am putty,
Malleable, changeable, to be moulded,
I could be everything,
and I can be nothing.

Bend me,
Break me,
Shape me.

Breathe life into me,
With but a simple kiss.

And I shall be yours,
Not just for now,
or this life,

For all life,
All lifetimes,
For eternity.

While i was sleeping

Mon, 11 Apr 2011 20:44:44 +0000

As I draw in this breath
I think to myself
By my next breath,
I shall love you
Not any more
For ever more.

As I see the sun set,
I think to myself
By the time the sun rises,
I shall love you,
Not any more
For ever more.

As I see the sun rise,
I think to myself,
By the time the sun sets,
I shall love you,
Not any more,
For ever more.

One more week,
I think to myself,
When this week is over,
I shall love you,
Not any more,
For ever more.

One more month,
I think to myself,
When this month is over,
I shall love you,
Not any more,
For ever more,

Just a year,
I think to myself,
By next year,
I shall love you,
Not any more,
For ever more,

And now I lay,
My life spent,
In trying
Not to love you,
As I draw my last breath,
I think to myself,
When I am born again,
I shall love you,
Not any more,
For ever more.

As I draw my first breath
My first breath of new life,
I think to myself,
I shall love you,
For ever more.

Flying

Sun, 10 Apr 2011 13:04:50 +0000

As you hold me tight
Ever so tight
That I can’t breathe
I feel like a bird
Flying, soaring,
Ever so high.

Icarus, such a fool,
With his wings
Of wax and feathers

Close to the sun,
He could not go

For he did not fly
Simply as I do,

Soar, as I do,

Ever higher I go,
Closer to the sun,

And all because you love me!

An Accidental Life

Fri, 01 Apr 2011 16:13:01 +0000

My past that I didn’t want to face
and I kept running and running
looking back now,
I ran across some very unusual people
some very unusual circumstances
I never stopped
Even when I smelled the roses, the coffee
I still kept running

And now I see that I have reached the top,
the very top of a mountain,
and I see it all,
the life I led.

Standing here looking down on the life I led,
I can’t help but feel a little envious,
of the life that I myself led,
looking back with the sun shining on my back
and a tear in my eye

This accidental life that I led,
all because I was running,
away from something.

It might just be time.
Time to face that past,
that which I’m running from,
And stop running

Standing at the edge of this cliff,
perhaps its time,
to let it all go.\

Perhaps its time to take a leap of faith,
and let myself fly
and for the first time,
not away from something,
not towards something…
but to just fly..

Hope

Wed, 16 Feb 2011 16:13:01 +0000

a tiny little window of friendliness …
overflowing with hope and dreams,
of just a possibility,
a possibility that hearts shall not be torn apart.
It leads us astray.. :-(
try as we might to hold on to it..
it only ever seems to last but a moment.
To live in that moment,
it would be bliss…
Even such a life would sure lead to boredom…
and won’t be long, will it be..?
before the desire for a little more comes into play..
only a little more..
just a little more..
cos now is never enough..
for it is to be drunk
to its fill
and no more there is… to be drunk..
and yet, I’m still thirsty..
this unquenchable thirst.
that shall be the kink in my armour
my Achilles heel
my weakest link
but in the depths of your heart,
your sweet tender soul
runs a tiny a little stream
and it flows into the an ocean
an ocean so large and never-ending
the universe itself sits quietly envious
and I waited at the gates
these tiny little gates
so easy to jump over
and yet I waited, patiently,
and it seems like a thousand years have passed,
or is it a thousand lifetimes,
a million years, billion tears, a memory, a dream,
I waited for you to open these gates
and let me in so I may take a drink
from this infinite and never ending ocean
this ocean of love, joy, bliss and love
that it may quench my unquenchable,
infinite and never-ending thirst
my thirst for more…

Selfish

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:13 +0000

💡 Note
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

I knew it my heart,
even though I doubted it,
now and again.

My love was not for a purpose,
it simply was.

I knew this but I forgot.\

I wanted nothing back,
I wanted nothing forward.

I just wanted to be,
I just wanted to love.

It is easy to get confused,
Who loves?

Is it me, my heart, my soul?\

Is it wrong that I miss her?\

To be with her fills me with joy,
fills me with happiness,

Is that not selfish?

Should I not let her be?

Let her do what she wants?

as long as it makes her happy!

Indeed, but I still miss her,
and all I want to do,
is what I can to make her smile,
to bring a little joy into her life.\

Wealth

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:06 +0000

💡 Note
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

All the riches in the world,
Diamonds, jewels and gold.

Palaces with a thousand servants,
Gardens with a million roses,

All the luxuries that money can buy,
Or the ones that money cannot buy.
Even to be a star,
admired and loved by all.

None of this (if I had it) would compare,
not even a little bit,
to the happiness I feel,
Every time I see you smile.

It matters not

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:05 +0000

💡 Note
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

Sitting here quietly,
At the railway station of life,
Quietly watching lovers and friends,

As they say their fond farewells,
As they pray for the train to be delayed
so they may spend another minute together,
just one more minute,
just one more second.

As they wait with baited breath,
For the train to arrive,
So they may say their enthusiastic hello’s.

I am not sad,
that I sit here alone,
for I love you,
with all my heart,
and it matters not,
not a little bit,
that you do not love me

Kissed

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:04 +0000

💡 Note
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

Every single cell,
Every single atom,
Of my mind,
Of my body,
Of my soul.

My whole being loved her,
Loved her totally,
Loved her completely,
Loved her unconditionally.

She took my hand,
kissed it sweetly,
and just walked away

Who but you?

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:04 +0000

💡 Note
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

Who but you my love,
Can brighten my day,
The saddest of days,
The hardest of days,
The most frustrating days,
With but a smile.

Who but you my love,
Can make me feel rich,
When I have lost,
All that I had built,
With my blood, sweat and tears,
When you embrace me.

Who but you my love,
Of all the people,
In the whole wide world,
Who but you my love,
Can break my heart.

Adventure

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:02 +0000

💡 Note
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

make me happy,
make me sad,
make me calm,
make me angry.

I love you not for who you are,
I love you not for how you make me feel,
I love you for the adventure we embark upon.

Thank You

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:01 +0000

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The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

Thank You, she said,
Thank you for the dance.

Thank You, I said,
Thank you very much.

For brightening my day with you smile,
For making for forget my worries,
To take me away from the illusion of this world,
and into the depths of your eyes.

Thank You, I said,
Thank you very much.

For freeing me from the shackles of this world,
And liberating my heart and soul,
When I love you as I do,
I feel joy in everything I do.

Thank You, I said,
Thank you very much.

For the pain that I feel that you are not mine,
The sadness every time you walk away,
The sorrow when you say goodbye,
and the longing when you are away

Thank You, I said,
Thank you very much.

For all the joy I feel when you are near,
For all the pain I feel when you are far,
For all the love I feel for you always,
and I am grateful that I feel these for You.

Thank You, she said,
Thank you for the dance.

Sleep

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:00 +0000

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The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

Ill sleep when I am dead.
Spending all night thinking of you,
against my will,
against my tired body,
my tired mind,
and my tired heart.

Lying here, thinking of you,
unable to sleep,
all night long.
all week long,
all life long.

Until it is time to sleep.

A Thousand Lives

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:12:59 +0000

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The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

I have lived a thousand lives,
through countless millenia.

And now that I have met you,
whats another few days,
another few months,
another few years,
or a few more lives,
for us to fall in love.