I Sit Beside A River

I sit beside the river

On a warm summer day

Staring at the water

Still and calm,

Asking, it would go which way?

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A Cup for You

A cup full of smiles

A cup full of laughter

For times of goodness

And times when you are near

A cup empty of sorrow

A cup empty of fear

For when i have you by my side

And moments when you are here

A cup full of hope

A cup empty of all

One for what i feel for you

And the other for what you feel

A cup full for you my dear

A cup empty for me

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I sat beside her on a chilly winter morning

I sat beside her on a chilly winter morning

On a stone in our backyard

Our hands enveloped around each other

My eyes rested upon hers and hers directed

Towards the vast expanse of land

That outstretched before us


She sat like a small child

Resting her head against my shoulder

I could feel that she needed me

More than anything else in the world perhaps.

I thought she liked me…my being with her..

Her pefume was mild

Unlike her age

Her sorrow was deadening

Unlike her self

I wanted to be her companion

...a part of her

Or to be something to her

...in the least

Trying to be so much more

And yet so much less...

Her loss was comprehensible

My feelings incomprehensible

That day i found

The man in me ...much unlike myself

Sometimes in dreams I wake up

Sometimes in my dreams i wake up

To the call of soft whistles that caress my ears

I wake up and walk with my feet bare

I move out to where the smoothness beckons...

Soft shadows of a time long gone fall before me

They appear clear as if reflections upon still water

Its as if i can touch them

As if they are part of a real world.

Mild dew cools my feet

The grass underneath feels like velvet

Why didn't i feel this all before?

I ask myself.

The old clock rings again

A pleasant chill runs through my spine

My toes feel a mild itch

They say i could go to some distant land.

A carriage comes to halt

I enter with some restrain

We fly through dew, cold, through softness

To the land where its night and day all the while.

I step down on a soft thorn

And find myself split into two

My two selves so distant , so opposite

And yet so complementing

A bell rings

I wake up to a confused sunlight.