She was the sun,
He was the sky
She was the answer
He was the why
She was the poem
He was the pen
She was the party
He was the when

He was the instrument of her fine music.
She was the maker of his ideas.

Paint without canvas
Rhythm without soul
Only together could Life become whole.

Darkness pervades; an empty whole.
Tears fill this broken bowl.
The nectar too salty to quench the thirst
A brutal reminder of what came first

A Blackness, a Void. God illuminated into being.
Beauty, Belief, Faith - a false way of Seeing.
The futile attempts to make the hole whole,
but it's Loneliness that resides in our Soul.

In every being sprung into existence
the Romantic effort of Man's resistance
is Love, hailed as the Cure.
But ask yourself, "Are you sure?".

At a life with Loneliness by our side
Love's importance becomes amplified.
But Love is just a wishful lie
it is Loneliness that embraces us as we die.

Let me dance this life away
Let me care not about what I say
Let me feel alive and whole
Let me feed my starving soul
Let me squeal and shout with glee
Please oh please, self; let me be me.

For a time we exchanged lives.
Many a trait, from you derives.
Then no-one, no-one, no-one
could be you: The One.
Our secrets filled each other’s ears
spoken in a second; lasting years.
It hurts my mind remembering We
for you are now a part of Me.

Sometimes I wish we hadn’t solved our woes.
The saddest part to part as foes.
In my memories you’re still my best friend;
Moments show a friendship with no end.
In those snapshots we never grow a part,
Yet it is those memories that tear my heart.
Although but a fluttering butterfly kiss,
our carefree laugh is one I’ll miss.

As life changes so do We.
In the end we is anyone + me.
Because we changed as we got older,
so our laughs got fewer, our looks colder.
We may not make new memories together,
But our shared time will last forever.
Our contact now may be none to few.

I am glad I was somebody + you.

Dust to dust and mold to mold,
We take the tasteless by the armful.
With greedy hands that grasp,
we take the shapeless mass.
Just the dust and just the mold.

Dust to dust and mold to mold,
Just loved by arms that enfold.
A warm embrace,
from a lovely face.
Eventually to dust and then to mold.

Dust to dust and mold to mold,
We shrink before we grow bold.
Grow strong in time,
just to diminish in size.
Just to dust and just to mold.

Dust to dust and mold to mold,
A lovely day for life on the world.
On a bountiful globe,
We develop and grow.
Just to turn to dust, and then to mold.

Dust to dust and mold to mold,
We heal as just as we return to our home.
Lie down in our bed,
As we begin mend.
Just to dust and just to mold.

Nothing seems to be certain
Nothing ascertained
Still nothing to worry,
absolutely nothing.

Nothing in the present,
nor anything related to the future
There is absolutely nothing to worry.

Moment by moment each moment passes by
Over a period of time the present becomes a thing of past,
the future becomes present
It’s time that has passed.
As of now everything in the present is a thing from past
Moment by moment each moment passes by.

It's the present moment in time that will decide and tell what needs to be done in the future
It's time to ascertain the future
Time only will tell what needs to be done in the future.

A proper line of action needs to be taken
Decide, judge, decipher, do all that seems proper, but take a proper line of action
It's important.

Once the right line of action is taken, then wait for the result
It’s better to wait and watch, then decide what's the right line of action that needs to be taken,
once deided, then proceed towards the same.

If everything seems to be right
If everything is planned and set according to time
If everything is falling in it’s proper place along with time
Then now is the moment in time to decide what’s going to happen in the future
Now is the time to ascertain the future.