Though in life we live within the present, We unwittingly nurture, within us, Personalities beyond our reality, And when our friends leave us, We find that part of them actually remains, Waiting to connect with us again, But as our hearts and minds reach out, Expectantly, We find we are just haunted by the ghosts,… Continue reading The Ghosts of Those Departed
In the place of those who take leave, Better things can be found, Such as when the rain comes; Summer bark may turn black, Yet alongside it, Colours begin to pop.
As I wait in my room, The open window courts me, With scents of the world beyond, But above all, one must haunt the most, For as the sun sets upon me, desperate and besotted, An effluvium of smoke, somehow blue, Precedes fading dreams, As still I remain, Unmoved.
Like new stars amidst the void, We met in a burst of light, From the primordial clouds, Who coloured our destiny by design, So that we may dance, With gravity addicted to the other, But if we are to follow our fate, I must simply be glad to have known you; For I saw… Continue reading Pairing
Between day and night, Where life and death approach, Is a realm within the twilight, That suspends all but the perfect, Amidst a purple light, Which is both warm and cold, Knowing equal pain, and delight, For what can begin, Must also end.