Sitting
here, infinitesimal
Speck
of life in the void of time and space
Less
than significant, less than a breath
Now
here, now gone –
How
easy it is to think oneself
The
centre of everything –
Of
one’s hopes and desires
As
meaning anything at all.
Like
statues in the desert worn
To
dust by wind and sun
Like
conquerors and poets whose work
Crumbled
away with the centuries
One day
this will end
And
all those hopes and wishes and desires
All
achievement, will not even be a memory.
And yet I remember your kisses,
I feel
your embraces
And
I will love you
Forever
and a day,
When
the seasons die and the shades go down
On
the years that have passed
Still
I will wait to hear your voice
And
I will wake in the night
From
dreams of you
Crying
your name.
Till
the last star burns out
Till
the end of space and time
I
will wait for you
And
I will love you
Forever
and a day.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2013
::tears::
ReplyDeleteI don't normally write about my personal life here but I am going through an extremely stressful stage relationship wise. It's affecting me psychosomatically as well.
DeleteWas it Herman Hesse who said that love isn't there to make us happy but that it exists to show us how much we can endure?
DeleteIf Hesse didn't say it, he should have. Or someone should have.
DeleteGentle smiles to you, Bill. Wishes for good things.
I cannot find the words to express how this made me feel, remember.
ReplyDeleteShe is not dead, she lives on, in my memories.
Thanks Bill.
Wish U strength & peace of mind, my friend!
ReplyDeleteFeeling your emotions...
Its that time of year when people the world over celebrate in their own particular way. Wishing you courage to face the present and peace and happiness in the future.:-)
ReplyDelete*hugs you* This is very touching, Bill! I do wish you every blessing in this, as you have always known. You know where to find me if you need to vent. *more hugs*
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