impermanence

Lament
by Herman Hesse

No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds:
Through day or night, cathedral or the cave
We pass forever, craving form that binds.

Mold after mold we fill and never rest,
We find no home where joy or grief runs deep.
We move, we are the everlasting guest.
No field nor plow is ours; we do not reap.

What God would make of us remains unknown:
He plays; we are the clay to his desire.
Plastic and mute, we neither laugh nor groan;
He kneads, but never gives us to the fire.

To stiffen to stone, to persevere!
We long forever for the right to stay.
But all that ever stays with us is fear,
And we shall never rest upon our way.

lifetime promise

sweet was the touch of your palm
sweet was your body holding mine
sweet was the kisses you stole
sweet. it was.

no honey to say
no tomorrow to wait

for a rose colored morning scene
a dreamy waltz of two escapists
or an Orpheus to save a girl
from the journey of fear

hello again Stishiela
there is nothing to fear anymore
i am holding your hand now
you are loved

a girl now live for now
not yesterday nor tomorrow
not for anybody, not for anyone
only for her own

strangers talks
empty roads
midnight walks

it is a promise
for a girl
to always be true,
always kind,
and happy.

a stranger who knows you by heart

Love after Love
by Derek Walcott

the time will come 
when, with elation 
you will greet yourself arriving 
at your own door, in your own mirror 
and each will smile at the other's welcome

and say, sit here. eat. 
you will love again the stranger who was your self
give wine. give bread. give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you 

all your life, whom you ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart
take down the love letters from the book shelf

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.