"Perhaps, we are the people who met each other at a time warp, that's why we are still existing in this millennium."

It's like my heartbeat has been cursed by twenty lifetimes; I would trade all my days, even if it turns from epoch to eon, I will always come back to you.

yesterday, i was on the verge of letting you go. i left the thought of you in my last 84 years, and before that too. today, i'm 34 and maybe will last for the next decades or so. i'm not sure if i'll leave this lifetime again-- with the trails of your kisses dangling on my shoulder, its tips gently swaying across my bare back. ill ask myself again tomorrow the dreaded question of my past lifetimes, "why will i leave you again?".

i developed this habitual longing for thoughts of you inside my head. how i couldn't quite reach the satisfaction of imagining--i need your soul in physical form. i need you with me; right here, right now.

you can clearly see the fault here, and i'm sorry for that. i need to love you, not need nor want you. it's not some complicated **** as the reason of my soon-to-be absence for the rest of your life, it's the crushing thought of being not worthy to be yours. you're too precious, too much of a sweet liability for my bitter tongue could willingly handle.

alas, this lifetime would probably be wasted again on depressing decisions that will be the end of me. but one thing is for sure, inside the deep oblivion of my mind, i will always love you. and i'm wishing for more lifetimes to come for me to get that out of my nothingness.

Behind his back, soft and sweet, whispering his name
A voice spoke to him - just as it had - in a life before
With lightest touch - to calm his soul - yet set his heart aflame
Upon his shoulder - a hand paused - freeing his spirit to soar

Bright light of mountain height
Sound's profoundly fecund depth
Stirring evanescent - air
Breathing - a lesson - lifetimes come and lifetimes go - only parts of which we share

Turning, looking, seeking, hoping, ... only no one - was there
Sharing, feeling, loving, caring… only - no one - would be
His breath had gone - and not returned - with a sound he could not bear
His life had stopped - and not come back - with a face he could not see

Bright - light of mountain height
Sounds profound - with fecund depth
Stirring - evanescent air
Breathing - a lesson - lifetimes come and lifetimes go - only parts of which we share

He learned his love, seeing truth and beauty, suffering an unsaid prayer
Within and without, by the awakening tree, bloomed a pure white flower
He found his love - still - in the depths of his heart, forever may he be aware
Within and without, by symbol and sign, may he live by that sacred power

Bright light of mountain height
Sounds profound and fecund depth
Stirring evanescent air
Breathing a lesson - lifetimes come and lifetimes go - only parts of which we share