All This Time In Search Of A Soul-Mate, And The Journey Has Yield None-Other Than The Reflection Of My Own Self! For There Is No Greater Truth Or Mate, I Have Discovered, Than The Love, I Am, As Within. All Else Was Just A Mere Distraction. I Am Complete!
How Strange Today Seem
Looking Out My Window:
You And I Apart,
Shattered,
And Separated Into Timeless Pieces,
Like Forgotten Memories
Reflecting In A Mirror
Of Broken Glass.
I Am Here,
You Are There;
Somewhere Between Us
Lies A Thousand Pieces
Of Pain.
Heaven Was Far To Fall,
Earth, Too Low To Remain;
Reminiscing Over The Times
That Love Once Knew,
Memory Has Never Been
A Comforting Friend.
How Beautiful Are The Mountains
From Where I Look,
Yet, How Difficult
Would Be The Climb!
Where Lies The Pleasure Of Joy
We Gods Of Love,
Once Knew?
Were We Not Inseparable?
Now, That The Sea
Even Conspires To Divide Us?
The Journey From Earth To Heaven
Is Now!
But, Must We Live In The World
As Mortals
To Be Condemned with change?
The World Where Young Becomes Old?
The World,
Where All We Have Cherished,
Can Be So Easily Shattered
And Then Quickly Forgotten?
What Is The Value Of Life
If Lot living For Truth
And Love?
Save Me From This Wretchedness
I plead you. . . .
Save Me From Love,
From Thoughtlessness;
And Save Me
From The memories. . .
Of A Thousand Pieces Of Pain.
I thought of you almost continuously today;
Rainy days do have that effect at times.
Looking out my window, the gray, gray sky;
Are these the tears you’ve never shown?
How dear longings, though, do bring change:
A sigh of endless thoughts.
A prism of endless woes.
Here, this tomb of now bitter longings,
Absent of all that was once loved,
So tenderly and fair.
Have we grown so insensitive to pain?
Thoughts of you are flowing, like tears of an endless rain.
You departed so suddenly, so abruptly that day;
Have I not given you all the truth I am?
Yet, your desire to leave without a simple trace;
Without even a warm good-bye.
I long to see your smiling face;
The sun shining through my window
Would make me think of happier times.
What now is left, but to embrace the pain;
Thoughts of you are flowing, like tears of an endless rain.
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