the last thought..

I know that the day will come when,

my sight of this earth shall be lost,

and lifewill take its leave in silence,

drawing the last curtain over my eyes.
Yet stars will watch at night and

morning rise as before

and hours heave like sea waves

casting up pleasures and pains.
When I think of this end of my moments,

the barrier of the moment breaks and I see

by the light of death

thy world with its careless treasures.

Rare is ites lowliest seat,

rare is its meanest of lives.
Things that I long for in vain

and things that I got-- let them pass.

Let me but truly possess the things

that I ever spurned and overlooked.
Let me feel that love my lord,

that I once gave to him.

and I will see many a deaths dear lord

but let them be..for him.
Do not know if he even thinks of me,

in the darkest of hours or brightest of smiles,

i have no clue.

All i wish selfishly now,

is when i take my last breath

..let it be with you.

if it isnt....

If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life,

then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight.

Let me not forget for a moment,

let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams,

and in my wakefull hours.
For days I wait and nights i cried,

I know not where thee dwells,

I know not who thy love is.

All I know for now and forever,

is that my love once is now lost.
I do not cry for thee my love,

I do not cry for thee my lord.

I sit beneath the shadow of destiny,

waiting for the mist of tears to dry.

coz thats when my soul be free to fly.

dear love..

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms,

numberless times,

In life after life, in age after age forever.

My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs

That you take as a gift, make use for awhile,

n keep it away, as an antique once graced.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love,

its age-old pain,

its ancient tale of being apart and together,

As I stare on and on into the past,

In the end you emerge.

Clad in the light of a pole-star,

piercing the darkness of time.

You and I have floated here on the stream,

that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time love of one for another.

We have played alongside millions of lovers,

shared in the sameshy sweetness of meeting,

the same distressfull tears of farewell,

Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

You have become an image,

of what is remembered forever in my heart.

And an image that has dwelt tears,

in these eyes... far and apart.