Twitter80fad54As this May fades, I still see traces of my previous dreams

Upon this bed, I listen loud for questions writing wills

Have I been sour, upsetting all that tread upon my path?

Have I been kind, a sparkling light that brightens every heart?

Is this how youth goes away

When there’s still so much to say?

Is this how night turns to day

With too little time to pray?

Does my mind only conjure

All the best thoughts I can draw?

Does my spirit stay ashamed

Of the purpose yet achieved?

As May fades away, I see traces of hope

As I tick this day as gone, I still await a show

Maybe May was a stage sent to test my living skills

May May leave me good traces of these daring drills.



___ the idea that people can tell by ESP when somebody is staring at them.jpgSomeday, we shall part with our friends
Those angels that helped us fly
That saved us from our ends
Which may never have been divine.

Someday, our laughter will know distance
Our voices will travel miles
Our hugs will remain imaginary
And our meetings will scarcely be live.

Someday, those sudden breakfasts will disappear
The faithful lunch will stubbornly fail
Even dinner will be a lonely dance
When double becomes single.

Someday, we will lack old confidants
In our desperation, we will seek past ears
Ancient confidences will be far and away
Leaving us to practise monologues.

Someday, a warm day will become cold
As tea for two shall become a quiet cup of water
Giggles shall be as silent as silence
And smiles shall be phonies without disguise.

In that day, we will look over our shoulders
Memories will speak in human tongues
Delight will make echoes through our minds
And our spirits shall travel to reunite.

But before then, we must cling to today
Make the first time the best time
Sing, jump and dance in joy, gay
And hold the present like it’s our last dime.