" What shall be the day's farewell whisperings to night,

Ere Sun's farewell whisperings to day's gentlest sight.

I havest listened to it many times,...

Standing in the shores in twilights.

At last I understand,

Every farewell whisperings hast the same soul ever;

Not other than the soul of love that sayth farewell never. "

Sunday, 16 October 2011

If you can forget me not . .


If you can forget me not and still suffer the pain,
Say this in your heart:

...
" God, he came and filled within me as rain
And vanished into ether as vapour,
Thank thou, he wasn't a cloud, so I might have to see him every day.
He came and embraced me as a storm and drew back,
Thank thou, he wasnot a breeze
that would have been waving around me every moment.


He appeared before me as crystalline mirror
and broken down into pieces.
Thank thou, he became not my own reflection,
That would give me remembrance of him every hour.


He came to me and talked to me in my days,
And appeared as a dream in my dream
and sung of his love to me in the nights,
and disappeared with the sunrise. 
Thank thou, he became not my days and nights,
That would compel me to live within him.


He kissed my life and went away.
Thank thou, he became not my life,
That would tempt me to live my life for him.
Thank thou."




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