The end of the line can’t come so soon,
Not before the full moon
Has struck
One down,
For another
To bloom.

Mama said : no need to step on your own toes.
Change your shoes,
they’re way too small.

I cannot seem to have time for games,
Yet it seems I’m yearning to play.
And I’ve no use for all these rules,
But I seem to follow them anyway.

It’s a done deed —
I’ve planted the seed,
Now all I can do is watch it grow.

‘Why’ is the shortest question seeking the most unsatisfying answer?

Love is  
a deep sense
of understanding,
of seeing with eyes closed,
of a hope, a longing to become better,
to want to give more than you can receive,
to expand beyond your chest, beyond yourself,
beyond what you can perceive.

Let the birds fall in love with you,
Let the rocks radiate you with light.
Then you will know and you will say,
This is Love, man.

Patience is all I need
After all, I’ve planted the seed.

Know to wait,
to suffer for a mate,
to know time’s spent,
to know no regret.

Patience is Wisdom’s oldest friend,
I will grow old, Patience, my friend.