Endless moments..
Amazing.. how hopelessness creates havocAmazing.. how waiting seems endless
Amazing how I wait, earnestly
for the phone to ring..
Days of silence mingled with pain
have meant nothing.
No.. I have not learnt my lessons yet
I yearn to hear a voice
A voice which breaks my resolutions
A voice that pathetically
ruins my peace of mind,
with it's crescendos and screams..
Yet I wait... to hear
this voice.. my comfort, my solace..
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the poet and the heart
the soul and the spirit
walk ghostly pale side by side
what is lost that once gave them color?
how has the world changed thier fate?
the moon and stars still grace the midnight sky
the brassy suns cheeks still warm the morning mists
the soul comes again time upon time
each after the one before with reverent fervence
lessons left unlearned revisit but hurt less
the soul seeks solace by pretence and withdrawal
the spirit is but a borrowed part of the whole
can make the heart race and the cheek blush
can cement the group and fragment the whole
lover to both pacifier and rioter
the noisy nature of our human condition
the ultimately divine nature of what is love
soul and spirit combine upon the smallest and most fragile things
to see in everything the promise that each new moment
has a lifetime of chances and an eternity of promises