August 2000

The summer is coming to an end once more
The world seems insecure
The future a haze

Now I see why
wanting to die
wanting to leave
alertness of mind
can be the desire
of hearts to transpire
into the evermore still
for even the beauty
of sunsets and laughter
the scent of the roses
the stillness of snow
can not replace
your touch and your face
and that days lay before me
all empty and stale

I am the thirsty
wanderer of deserts
no longer caring
if I should die
but wanting deasperately
that death, should it come
would embrace me
by water
and let me drown

Yes, I have all the right words
The phrases to say
To tell you to go on your way
To tell you that happiness
does have a place
To tell you to look for it
find your way in its maze
I use all these words
to cut all your ties
to make you go find out
where happiness lies
And i try to ignore
that each bond that I part
has to be cut at its root
in my heart

Rememberance of moments lovingly filled with perfection	Rememberance of words crystalclear with honesty
Rememberance of touches butterflygentle with tenderness	Rememberance of friendship fullfilled with trust