Will we find each other when our worlds grow cold?
lost between the there and now...
How heavy and how
impatient is the river...
Separation is
the only way we prevail...
All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings...
You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...
I'm an early bird
who decided to hit the hay...
There happened to be an Elephant with purple skin
That caused many a child to laugh and to grin...
Just for an aeon
I am left, in this moment...
Parallels are delusion
otherwise, roads were endless...
Tomorrow, I will be alone,
but I am not apprehensive...
He or she who can put pen to paper
And write words for all to cherish and savour...
Summer, hummer, humming bird
Comes a runner, sprinter, lunger, falling here...