A lifetime separated us,
A moment in time united us.

I don't want a time machine,
Here, now, this love
Fills my comforting dream.

The gathering of a Black Swan
And a innocent white dove
Move towards one another,
Not knowing how it will feel
Confusion, conflicting thoughts
Blinded by a love that burns brightly with zeal.

A lifetime of memories separate us,
A singular feeling united us.

I don't want a time machine
All I ever need is you,
The Dove of my dream.

Today, I let go
This morning I didn't know.
That it has all been a lie,
A portrait of love,
Drawn with deceptive dye

I was a fool to think it true
That I was loved by you.
I was blinded by the feeling of acceptance.
I was deafened by the sound of words

I thought I was more than a plaything,
More than a toy,
for your all encompassing personal joy.
I thought I meant more than that.

Now, I miss you
And am feeling overwhelmingly blue.
I think I miss the illusion,
Of being loved,
And the sedentary settlement
Of earthly confusion.

Today, I let go
And now I know

Choice?
I used to argue for free will,
I now know that it is an illusion.
Genetics, uncontrollable circumstances -
Chaotic intrusion.
Predisposed to choose,
Win or loose.
Causality,
I see no way out of this foundation of reality

The fight from the night before still lingers in my head,
But its getting late, I need to get out of bed,
What shall I do today I think?
Why are there so many ***** dishes in the sink?
Oh god I want a drink
No, I need to be strong
My search for wisdom has just begun and the road is still long
I feel overwhelmed, searching the deepest crevices of my mind
Why is it so hard to just be loving and kind?
I think I may have the answer, or I may still be blind
I see this simplicity in you
My dearest friend
I thought it not possible, and I was certain a loveless world would be my fate
Till the bitter end
I see a different side to life, a side I thought not possible
This must be a dream, who could love me?
Who could love the man with more problems than solutions?
It cant be a dream, It has to be real
I thought this was my eternal deal, a life of pain
A life where it would be a curse to be sane
My dearest friend
You showed me love and acceptance,
I met you with all my hang-ups of rejection and callous inconsideration
And like the waves erode the sharp rocks,
Slowly your love has done so with my walls
I now see a light, an answer I thought could never be answered
I now see that love is real
And that this doesn’t have to always be my deal
My dearest friend,
Thank you for being you
Don’t ever grow hard and cold,
Love will never grow old.

Its sunny, its bright
I struggle to focus on the sky,
All I see is the ever renewing light

Clouds here and there,
The light doesn't seem to care.

The troubles that we face
In this cloud laden race

Can be easily overcome,
if every morning
We renew our love,
like the ever rising sun

I love you.

The kettle and coffee calls my name,
I stumble out of bed,
Time is moving slowly,
Frame by frame

The heated water releases is gas, it lets me know the time is nigh
I hear a click,
Signalling the time for my caffeine high

My vision clears,
The flame of conscious thought sears,
"Its time to think!"
Out of the overflowing of thought,
My mind hears

Three sips, four
I walk outside, using the backdoor.

Headphones on, Shuffle to Satie'
Lighter snaps, cigarette ignites
My eyes are beginning to adjust to the reflective lights

What was I thinking about?
An overwhelming feeling of hope and joy surges,
"Oh now I remember!"
Everything else must wait
My darling Linda,
I almost forgot we have a Quote date.

Oh what a slippery thing you are,
Always near, permanently far

A tightrope made of sharpened glass,
I wonder how long whilst walking along you,
Our time will last.

You have taken many away from us,
And given us countless more
You are a maze that ends with a locked door.

What lies behind you no one knows.
Infinite love and joy?
Or never ending nothingness,
Akin to before the last memory before I was a little boy?

Oh what a cruel and capricious thing you are,
You number our days,
and push the memories of us afar.

After the final thought of us has been had,
We dissapear into the ever turning hourglass,
Just another forgotten grain of sand.