I feel you inside me
though you are not with me
No one can find you
but I can see you next to me!

You aren't far away from me
You are in my heartsore
You aren't behind my eyes
but always in my tears!

I can't forget you; it's difficult for me
I still love you as I did before.
I'm not asking you to come back to me
but you could love me some more!

You still come in my dreams
and make me smile
I still read your love poems
and follow your style.

Your moon shines in my sky
It will never depart away.
You'll remember me when I die
Just forgive me that day!

Too many dreams do perish

the dreamers they over-stretch

only a few should they cherish

the best outcome they would fetch

I have read and reread him.  His prose is excellent and borders on the poetical and transcendental---he conveys his ideas very well and nothing is obscure to me.  He's melancholic but not tragic;
in his dark despair, he still loves life; noting that life is brief, he opens his heart and mind to its possibilities and contradictions;
he lived by what he wrote; he conquered life and death in his unflinching faith in the ultimate decency of things.

In his smile, there was irony and, in his looks, he was a distant dreamer.

I feed off the wall now
she said awesome!
your size suits the category
he smiled and said thank you.

Amidst life's pains and hardships

when things look so bleak and sombre

love and faith will see me through

to despair I will not surrender-



my dream still glows as before

my strength will grow further

my unyielding heart is my fortress

my longings will lushly flower

A world slowly woke from slumber
Stumbled through a sense of Deja Vu.
Free from sheets of sleep and dreams,
Borrowed stitches pay the seams
Of patchwork quilted promises,
Forgotten threads of make believe.