Saturday, September 20, 2008

Grey Matter

I should have known
The first time you spoke
I should not have embarked
This journey of false hope

My love neglected
Spilled to the ground
I siphoned it to a cup
Mixed with grit and mud

This heart raw in trying
The grey matter sticks tight
Disappear, disappear!
I will wash it with the oncoming tide

Monday, September 1, 2008

A Lasting Wish

My aspiration to reach out
To reach the edge of sky
Shoot the arrow pointblank
Propelled straight to the clouds

A dream for a fulfilled life
Uncontested contentment defined
Mine is to stretch to the limit
Achieve the destiny of time