#111
i really can’t understand it,
nor simply stand to it,
this attraction, to
you.
i can’t define the role,
or where i want to go,
i just want to know,
you.
You’re divine.
And i am stuck.
Wondering in wonder.
Wondering if ever.
#112
two loyal friends,
perfect as counterbalances,
perfects as compliments,
in career, in family,
in the arts, in their dreams,
two perfect souls,
at the right time,
at the right place,
with enough courage
to befriend each other.
The small with her pilot,
the taller with her mountain,
together the two,
would band together their children
and lead the way.
#113
Solace in sickness
staring through arched
windows at aching vines,
twisted branches, climbing
stone homes in the centre
of a sleepy Greek Village,
inside a cozy bookstore,
beside the baker,
at home.
#114
How can we be?
When i’m nobody,
a spectre, a ghost,
an apparition, constantly
on the road,
go-going green lights.
How can we be,
when we spend our nights
worlds apart?
i’d like to find out.
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-Mr. Write