people tend to complain
in the very peace and quiet
about what someone else
has accomplished in the hurry

In this modern madness, rather a hell of coping through consumption, where materialism is equated to affection, words and touch are still the greatest good. Behind closed doors we’re called the impoverished lovers, but don't fool yourself into pitying us for the lack of lonesome affluence.

Today I went to the public gardens

surrounded by people,
surrounded by their whisper,
surrounded by their sins.

I should have headed to the woodlands

surrounded by myself,
surrounded by my thoughts ,
surrounded by the wind.

I am going astray in the silence of song.
I dip into daydreams when sleep comes along.
I stray in the dark, daylight leaves me dull eyed.  
I crave your distance for I fear a last goodbye.

You cannot temper me,
I am wind on a faraway shore.

You cannot tame me,
I am a wild soul of the forest.

You cannot veil me,
I am the unabashed emotion.

You cannot capture me,
for I am a whole solar system.

The past does not haunt me

as much as the present

I was and I will be

somewhere in between

enmeshed, never simple  

is time still infinite?