Your touch; my love,
Like dawn, shines light
In my, tired eyes
Your warmth, the fuel
That moves, my Soul
Your voice; my calm

Simply, because
You breathe, like air
My heart, is light,
It feels: you're here
By me, and I'm
By you, my dear

Lately I've been feeling
Like a walking, talking
Feeling, not a Being.

Thinking about you, all that I am is
Loving, yearning, dreaming;
Disappearing.

When I pass on this life will have been
Turbulent,
But sweet,
Not concrete
Like my poems:
Not perfect,
Yet complete
With stubborn attitude
I will have competed
With probability,
With humble gratitude
I will have submitted
To inevitability,
I will look back and see
My legacy,
Fulfil the prophecy
To repeat my destiny
To exist temporarily
And face
Uncertainty
Till I flee
Time and become
Eternity.

When I hurt you it
Hurts me a tenfold.

S/He/It
SHeIt
Sheit
****
It happens.

She closed her eyes and strode towards the door
At the edge of her Mind where she found
Sixty One point Eight percent more!

She thought for a spell, then continued her tour
At the end all she found was
Sixty One point Eight percent more!
This puzzled our *****, or perhaps she was bored
Still, she continued walking, inevitably towards
A Future that contained Sixty One point Eight percent more!

I closed my own eyes and strode towards the door
At the edge of my mind and I thought:
*I wonder if you're wondering
If you wander while you're wondering
If you understand that by pondering
During all your Mysterious frolicking
That you, too, have a door
And beyond it there lies
Sixty One point Eight percent more!