love one another, but make no bond of love:

let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

kahlil Gibran The Prophet

The age of Lovers, the Lovers of age.

ah Love!

oh how i love love!

i open my eyes, to see love!

i breath, to taste love!

i listen, to hear love!

i search for you, to be fufilled!

ha love.

oh how i loath you.

i saw you, and now i am blind.

i tasted you, and now i am bitter.

i heard to you, and now i am deaf .

i found you, and took you in. now i am empty.

and yet...

i still wait for you in my rocking chair.

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The Drawing Board: sketches

sitting on a boulder, on the edge of the world

slowly growing older, waiting for a pearl.

a robin on her shoulder, said "open you eyes little girl

your only getting colder. sitting on this pearl."

 the world is an oyster, we, just the grains of sands.

 together we all coincide, to make destiny with our hands.

 the ocean is our bed, where together we all lie.

heavens in our head,  to provide comfort when we die.

The Madman

The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence,

and therein it shall remain for ever more,

unperceived,

unapproachable.

my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea,

 Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts,

nor would I have thee understand.

 I would be at sea alone.

When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me;

 thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness

nor see my wings beating against the stars

and I would not have thee hear or see.

I would be with night alone.

for I would not have thee see my Hell.

And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it.

 I would be in Hell alone.

.

My friend, thou art good

and cautious

and wise

and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously.

And yet I am mad.

 But I mask my madness.

 I would be mad alone.

My friend, how shall I make thee understand?

 My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand.

an adaption Kahil Gibran. The Madman

Shells of the Sea

Empty. 

On the shore.

Time.

Nothing more. 

The decider.

Reminder.

How fragile. 
You and me.
Shells. 
From the sea.

curse me with my demons.
 they have already returned with open arms.

hide me from your feelings,
 they have already burned me on my scars.

falling back in my past, my shadow has consumed me,
 we dip our toes into the realms on no return.

sea travellers

"I'm scared, scared that they are just slipping away"

-  he took her chin, and raised her head to the clouds. for a moment they watched the world spin. 

"we live our lives floating down a stream, every body's got the same destination, everybodys going the same direction.  towards the sea. sometimes the stream is gentle, and time is pleasant, sometimes the current is strong its hold us under, the torrent twist and turns, pulls and churns at our hearts. we find  companions along the way, and we float together, alongside each other. but there will be a time where one of you is caught in a different tide, and as you might float in peace, they are dragged away by things beyong your control. beyong their control. if you try to hold onto them to tight, you will tear them in two. because alas, you can not fight the tides of time. but do not fear, for you will find each other again, among the seashells. "

- defeated