"....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

Thursday, October 18, 2012


Why do you come?
Where do you go?
A little bit I care for some
A bit more as you grow

A touch of love
As white as a dove
A hint of pain
That sometimes drives me insane

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Wishing I...

Wishing I was new
Wishing I was different
Wishing I was free..

There are but a few
Moments left to lament
Every second up that tree

Monday, October 8, 2012

Lost key....

Rummaging my attic
I found a lost key
That had just lain there static
Through all the years I was born to see

It looked ancient
And yet in the light shone
A brooding darkness that was patient
Through every tragedy it had borne

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Beyond my horizon....

In the beauty
Of a full moon night
I look for you
From behind the branches
That reach so far away
While sending back shivers
Through the leaves
That rustle whispers
In my ears
Of your voice…
I can almost feel
The pinching wind
Breezing through my hair
Leaving a whiff of your scent
That I breathe in…
…In want of more