Decades of dead moments drifted by us,
Even the frozen corpses
Of the thoughts we shared
Lies forgotten in the thickening fog,
Before I die in your memory,
I wish I could fold my feelings
And let it float in the sea of my silence,
Hoping one day it will reach you.
And that is my last hope to be immortal,
My last hope, to be remembered
- The lone traveller
with a tale to tell.
Why are you stubborn?
Why do you wish to be etched in?
When all you are is a cluster of dust,
A clump of flesh and blood,
Why do you thirst?
Isn't it enough to flow unleashed
Like the rivers?
To fly un-harnessed like the wind?
To live fearless like the ocean
Yet to go quietly like the night?
Isn't it enough to be the sand
That sticks to her feet as she walks on,
And isn't it enough
To remain a part of her,
for just that long?
- the girl by the lamppost
in that unknown city.