Sweetest love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best
To use myself in jest
Thus by feign'd deaths to die.
Yesternight the sun went hence,
......
I am looking past the moon.
I am reaching for the stars.
The journey is worth the effort,
The distance is not that far.
I go as far as my body takes me,
My imagination lifts me the rest of the way.
The stars are constant, faithful friends,
Guiding and showing the way.
I've heard it said,
"Stars are the forgot-me-nots of angels",
......
There are in life such hard blows . . . I don't know!
Blows seemingly from God's wrath; as if before them
the undertow of all our sufferings
is embedded in our souls . . . I don't know!
There are few; but are . . . opening dark furrows
in the fiercest of faces and the strongest of loins,
They are perhaps the colts of barbaric Attilas
or the dark heralds Death sends us.
They are the deep falls of the Christ of the soul,
......
Sweetest love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best
To use myself in jest
Thus by feign'd deaths to die.
Yesternight the sun went hence,
......
Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.
......
Double six! The dice declare my fate,
A victory sealed, no more debate.
On every front, the battle's mine,
My spirit soars, a force so divine.
No obstacle can block my way,
I seize the triumph of today.
Unstoppable, I rise above,
Fueled by a power, an endless love.
Each challenge met, each fear defied,
......
We can harvest well,
But we must plant our saplings;
We can build up luck.
If I had a chance to be an author for my own destiny
I don't have to try so hard for chasing the light of hope
I don't have to hide my sorrow and distress in silence
I don't have to worry about facing the countless challenges
I don't have to question about my worth on someone's priority
......
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
......
Arising with a flicker of hope
Desperate attempts at perfection
Failing, falling deeper with each leap
Only to fade into oblivion
Seeking futile validation, for the sense of dignity
Replacing dream with duty, for the prize of power
Bittersweet memories forging the journey
Is there a purpose, I ponder
......