Nice to be back!
After years of fruitless soul search, I found what was left of me through the pale opacity of her shining face.
The deepest unsatisfied desires of my wretched heart is brought to light by her gentle passive stature.
I look at the nightly dew falling upon the soft grass, I wake in light of her pale blue eyes that softly, so tenderly play upon the torn strings of a lonely instrument still waiting for its muse.
I imagine, my father before me still breathing and full of life, the clutter of sisters still fighting over the tiniest of things. I imagine myself not as lonely as now, still breathing and alive, over the death of friends and family I see the morning of tomorrow arrive.
the suns ray strikes the vanishing moon, so fast the night has past. I close the window and lay on my bed, thinking of what will become, I think of love which I have lost, the love I am yet to have. So often have I not loved and cherished the smallest things I have had, bound by the laws of society, sanity and sex I have lost myself in the never ending riddle of life. The constant thoughts of life and death seem to choke upon my sleep.
I am restless and wake, I open the window again, the vanishing lady smiles at me, saying I will you again.