when the lights dim in your head
remember, if you can, my name
and if my name becomes too difficult
remember my face and my smile
and if my face becomes faint
remember my voice and my rhythm
and if my voice becomes distant
remember my hand and my touch
and when the lights go off in your head,
and all else fails
remember my love in the deeps of your silent beating heart.
i prayed for children, i prayed for the right one to have them with, you came,
I got more than i asked for – much more than I asked for.
Here. For you. The red rose.
Not as pretty as you. But it will do. I guess.
To say. I love you.
guitar string broken
that beautiful song lacking
A lost note in love
Tweet tweet my birdie, tweet
Sweet sweet my birdie, sweet
When your heart does beat
For the love you meet
Give her your golden seat
She’ll be at your feet
Tweet tweet my birdie, tweet
Sweet sweet my birdie, sweet
Night night birdie.
Hey Santa,
I’ve never written to you before. I don’t think you know me. But I know you, through pictures and movies. Sorry it took me this long to write. I know you travel all over the world. But I didn’t care for you to visit, before today. It’s not me I want you to come for. It’s him. My son. He waits for you. He has written you a letter. It’s with me if you want to read it. He expects your gifts under the Christmas tree when he wakes up in the morning. Do drop by. We don’t have a chimney. But I’m sure you can find your way in. Has he been good? He has been. He’s a good boy. My boy. I love him. Please make him happy.
‘That girl over there… you see her?’
‘Yeah, what about her?’
‘They broke the mold after making her.’
‘Yeah, I see what you mean. But you know what I think, I think a mold is broken every time a woman is made?’
‘Yeah, true.’
‘How about us, you think we each had our own mold?’
‘Nah, I think they kept using the same old one over and over again’
Women. They don’t do war. They do love.
And they’re pretty good at it.
She didn’t marry her soul mate, but she married the right one.
It was a cold, cold day when she left us, she took all the light with her, she took all the music with her, she took all the laughter with her, and we were left cold on that cold, cold day she left us.
It was a cold, cold day when she left us, we had to save our drowned hearts, we had to swim against the pressing waters, we had to pull our drenched bodies out, and we remained gasping for breath on that cold, cold day she left us.
It was a cold, cold day when she left us, we looked for her in our hearts, we looked for her in our dreams, we looked for her in our souls. And we found her there, and there, and there.
And that is where she now lives – in us, always, forever.
Life Demiraged 