The lights are fading into black,
As they try to flicker on the stacks,
But death will find us all one day,
Sleeping in some cosmic sway,

A tickle of presumption in the air,
The lifts that happened won't seem fair,
As peaks and eloquence fade away,
A truth that lead us all astray,

All I wanted was effortlessly afloat,
Above the hearted sunken boats,
Dropping towards those glinting eyes,
There was no doing in the way you tried.

September
has a promise
in every turning leaf

You don’t owe anyone an explanation
on those days you need
to go get lost in the lyrics.

Life is art,
pain is the price you pay
to fully appreciate it's beauty.

Oh what a privilege,
to have known you.
I will carry a piece of you,
in my heart forever.

Genuine like a child
Candid like an open book
Exotic like The Wild
Reassuring like a second look

Agreed, that love is attraction
    - though not only surface sensual,
      as you maintain,
      not only toward the external -
But that sweet involuntary pull is
      also inward for expansion;
      for interior sifting
      and resolution.
Love is primarily attraction to
      unexplored depths
      of the self.




- fr