Farewell

names written in stone
tears shed for disorder
there comes a time
where dreams lay to rest

and by and by
do the trees sing
“oh how wonderful,
how beautiful
is love
from smooth spring
from scorching summer
from agile autumn
from windswept winter”

trees that
turn over a new leaf
do so without fail
just to survive
they don’t hold out
for succulent spring
nor supreme summer
nor authentic autumn
nor wise winter
but yet I’m here

wondering
thinking
hoping
yearning
wishing
for you

like a flower waiting
to bloom in time
but
it has been never
since forever
and never is a long time

longer than
forever.

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Last Thought

May this be the last I think of you
When I walk down the streets
And a cat leaps onto my path
Crying for a little attention

May this be the last I think of you
When I turn on the television
And the drama tells of a love story
That started great, yet gone all awry

May this be the last I think of you
When I find myself in a bookshop
And the books all scream for my touch
To find hidden gems between them

May this be the last I think of you
When I hear songs sung in French
And the singer reaches a high note
Holding it beyond all belief

May this be the last I think of you
When I write down this poem
And your words still linger like a breeze
Memories are but a cursed blessing

Eternal Happiness

I curse you
To always
Be happy

To feel joy
While speaking
At a best friend’s funeral

To be overjoyed
At the sight
Of the wake of all disasters

To laugh heartily
When others pour
Their trials and tribulations

I do not wish grievience eternal
I wish gaiety eternal
May you feel happy

Always
Forever
Unconditionally

Happy