as the years go by, a hope

And so the years go by, such the time flies away,
like pages flipping in the wind,
like leaves of an autumn evening,

not knowing where the wind will take us,
not knowing where the story will resume,

we are at once the traveler and the onlooker.


But the times are a changing,
it was meant to pass by,
the leaves had to fall,
for new ones to spring high,


to accept is not to resign,
but to open the arms wide,

the change can be welcomed,
adorned and cognized.


it is about this moment,
and that it becomes the next and the next.

it is accepting the transients,
and understanding the eternal and invariant.

The innocence isn't lost,
only forgotten or asleep.

a simple wish

one evening, I wish I had,
if only one evening

when the wind carries me
without any purpose
with no destination in mind

when I do not strive to control
when I do not fear any unforeseen,
when I float away, uninhibited, unruffled

feeling each crest flow through me
no distant shore in mind
no yearning, no desire to fulfill

a moment, not forgetting the worries
but indeed not having any

a moment, not of a lapse of reason
but of its culmination

le petit mort

... and then the ultimate high, the culmination, the ecstasy, a brief flash of heaven.
a lapse of feeling, of thought, of desire, ... of life

a moment where nothing but truth exists.

not knowing if it was right or wrong but merely feeling the clarity of the mind,
neither happiness, neither sadness, just a vacancy of emotion, a sense of purity

alone

It is times such as these, numbed by emotion, my vision blurs, I lose my sense of direction.
My head feels drained, tired and exhausted, I cannot stand, I choke, I suffocate. This helplessness, it implodes me.
All I need is a shoulder to lay my head on, to throw my arms around and cry.
But they cannot see what I see. They cannot feel what I feel. The feeling is mine. The emotion is mine. The grief too is mine...

It is times such as these, I see clearly enough, that after all, I am all alone ...