if you will ever meet again
after the hugs and then you are gone.
The memories of your meeting
will live your life through.
You will remember everything
living it repeatedly through.
That last wave as you depart
you hold close to your heart
always hoping for the next time
when you can hold them close again.
Goodbyes are never easy
our glazed eyes tell us so
as we look forward to the next time
and the welcome backs as we go.
8 May 2010
that I will not do.Unfortunately, I do not liketo read a lot of whatI am politely requested to read.I am often bombarded by peopleasking me to readand comment on their work.I do not like to be rudeand ignore their pleas,but I just read what I like,not what I am asked to read.I choose whom I…
to ensure we reachthe standard we want to attain,just to see how muchour fresh and blood can stand.We push ourselvesto our upper limitsjust to seek how muchour endurance level is.When pain becomes excruciatingwe still carry onuntil our senses are blinded,our heart rate sores,nerves begin to twitchand our breathing becomes laboured,yet still we carry onfighting all…
The aspirations they hadrise above what they thought.The moment they toucheddeep thoughts ascended upon them,worrying fears nagged.It was never suppose to be like thisas the blood rushes through the systemway out of control.Both know there is something there,but the question is what.Is it a close undying friendshipor is it love that has them in its…
never thinking where it was leadingor how close I would become to you.We were just two soulslooking out for a friendnever thinking that friendshipwould eventually transpire.The messages became less abstracthearts poured out words to one another.Invisible threads were weavedinto something to full fill.Over the years we’ve become closerbonds were firmly cementedyour family became mineand mine…
overflowing their banksand running down in streamsacross her petite features.The dreams they had were shatteredas the sword was thrust into his heartdraining his life awayon grasslands far away.She sit alone nownear the columns of Solomonher petite features stainedwith tears flowingfor her lost lovegone now from her forever.23 November 2009
Faces appear in a dream stateas the past flickers by.Each face holds angelic beautyof when the loves were young,never growing old in my mindas they belong to a different time.Now sometimes I wishthose days were back againwith their smiles and laughterthat flowed like fine red wine.Back again to capture my soul,away from the beckoning dark…
