"....have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Crossing over

I wake up
from a shattered dream
so pure, so real
i close my eyes
one more time
searching for the truth
amongst the lies
looking deep into memory lane
further and further
through darkened spaces
unknown faces
if only I could find
what every beat of my heart seeks
down deep in my mind…
as the forgotten past
rewinds so fast
like it’ll everlast
through a play
with a magical cast
Salty drops peek out of
the eye
run down hastily
with every breathless sigh
….a dream it was
                    just a dream……
i open my eyes
one last time
the world hasn’t changed
it’s the same blue sky
the same ol’ sun
i see no difference
for, maybe
it had forever changed.