THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Monday, June 04, 2007

memo-ires

Streams of desire dry even as the eyes well up.
Rivers of sorrow swell and swirl in grieving silence.
Stifled heartbeats speak up in muted whispers.
All horrifically fighting for one last claim.
The right to keep one's very own pain.

For pain is a reminder of better times.
Where every memory is knotted in time.
The times when the seasons sang to tune.
when memories were made to relive in dreams.

4 comments:

Paddu said...

Sure sounds you're in pain! hope not ;-) heavy heart...wonder if david jones heart was also that heavy when in pain! Boo...hoo...calypso!

i 7 said...

sooooperrrbb!!!

M (tread softly upon) said...

Although the message was of 'pain' I couldn't but love the way you painted the picture. Hope you're doing okay.

Seashells said...

@ paddu
you're doomed if you believe everything you read here... :-P

@ i7
Thank you... *take a bow*

@ m(tsu)
Good to know that you still do stop by. :-) ... I can't but be doing well with so many of you well wishers around. :)