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I would not be the sun to end your night,
Nor would I be the wall to turn your tears.
But I will watch with you until it's light.

Because there are no words to set things right
Nor hopes that one immersed in mourning hears,
I would not be the sun to end your night,

Offering a wisdom far too bright
To soothe your pain or put to rest your fears.
But I will watch with you until it's light.

There must be time to grieve that sorrow might
Be equal to the love of days and years.
I would not be the sun to end your night.

For grief, before it breaks, must reach its height,
And tides must turn before one homeward steers.
But I will watch with you until it's light.

There are agonies no friendship can requite,
A bitterness unstained till dawn appears.
I would not be the sun to end your night.
But I will watch with you until it's light.



death for 1 ought not mean death for two

Death for one ought not mean death for two.
We cannot die of grief unless we will.
Love requires us to love life still,
Lest love be less than life and death are due.
We cannot choose but choose for others, too,
For what we choose does what we are distill,
And open fields with inner sweetness fill,
That those who pass might hope or faith renew.
So may your love for loved ones that remain
Bring you through this season of despair
To some unquiet, sad, but gentle spring.
Emerging from your chrysalis of pain,
May you find a new world blossomed there
With new songs bittersweet that pleasure bring.


b]i am a lonely wanderer

I am a lonely wanderer
On my way towards death.
I love the clarity of air
Each time I take a breath.

I love the friends who walk with me
And then must go their way.
I love the rose at dawn and dusk
That celebrates each day.

I love to laugh at all the things
That do not know they're fun,
And weep at all the things that wound
And shrivel up the sun.

I never saw my father's face
And will not have a child,
But even so, I share with you
My joy, wind-whipped and wild.


i do not want this poem to go too deep

I do not want this poem to go too deep.
It's premature, and love's too far away.
But there are things I feel the need to say
Rather than more days of silence keep.
I hope for you it's not too great a leap
To hear me talking to you in this way.
My fears sometimes my sentiments betray,
Telling me to put my thoughts to sleep.
Ever since we met I've thought of you
As something more than just a passing friend.
You seem so lovely, like a melody
That haunts me with the wisp of something true.
You haunt me still, and so I won't pretend:
I tell you this that you might think of me.





the cup of grief


We're born alone, and so we die,
Alone, no use to fuss or moan-
Each living thing must face the truth:
We drink our cup of grief, alone.

The smallest mite will feel the pangs
Of discipline, and hearts of stone,
Revenge exacted, full, complete:
He drinks his cup of grief, alone.

The older ones learn all too soon
There is not long one can postpone
The common lot of man and beast:
They drink their cup of grief, alone.

All creatures born, at last confront
There be no pardon or atone
For random guilt that living brings:
They drink then that last cup, alone.




alone


Have you wanted to be,
Alone like me, alone like me alone.
Wake up one day and decide that,
You want to touch the sky,
But you want to touch it alone.

Alone I need to be.
Alone, some body take me home.
Because I, well I need to be alone.
Alone is all I need.
Alone is best for me.

Wake up in bed and open my eyes,
Alone I need, alone I need to be.
Pushing the day as the sun does rise,
Alone I need, alone I need to be.

Alone I need to be.
Alone somebody take me home.
Because I, well I need to be alone.
Alone is all I need.
Alone is best for me.



i wonder

Back then
when I look upon the sky
I wonder why the cloud was so white
when I look upon the sea
I wonder why the ocean was so blue
when I look upon the field
I wonder why the grass was so green
I keep telling myself...that is life

And now,
when I look ahead
I wonder will you be there
when I look a cross the road
I wonder is that you over there
when I look all around me
I wonder why all that I can see is you
I keep asking myself...is this life?




waiting, thingking, and hoping

I've been sitting here
waiting and still waiting
Now I wonder...
How long have I've been waiting?


I've been sitting here
thinking and keep thinking
Now I wonder...
What have I think?


Looking out of the window
hoping to see a brighter day
but it's raining outside
and here I am still keep hoping


Waiting, thinking and hoping
someday, somewhere
all my hope would come true
and the brighter day might come...