"Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism
to the blending and fusion of separate objects.
It leads us to death, and through death to continuity.
Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea."

Rimbaud

Unpredictable this life is, so
Unpredictable just like
The winter snow,
The force of
A Summer Storm,
Coming in fast,
Keeping us guessing,
Your love burns across
The dawn to find me lost
And I don't have control,
Of this,
Of everything,
And your heart seems
To call me from
A place so familiar,
And just when I thought
I knew where
I was meant
To be,
You came along,
Dividing the sea.

It is as you say -
that we could have never known,
never predicted the decision(s) that led
us to each other.

We have been years in the making.

There is no stopping fate's inevitable wheel.
All things come around and
we always always always
end where we belong.

Hold tight.

Life will spin and we will fall,
but you will always always always
be my home

Somewhere deep within
I've always known
it was
you.

Bury me
under a tree.

One with
green leaves
and pink
round blossoms.

One that grows
sweet red fruits
that feed
hungry mouths.

One that sparkles
in golden colors
until the first
winter arrives.

One which
rests in peace
covered by snow
until spring.

Bury me
under a tree
so I can live again.