We are two lovers sitting in the darkness of our thoughts and listening to the music of our heartbeats, There in lies a baritone to our worries and the uncertainties we hold deep down- producing a keen type of sadness. one thinks ' when will I see her again? The other- will I ever know happiness after he's gone? The night sky provides a beautiful scenery for us to gaze at and reminisce about the things long gone- the insatiable kisses, the warm hugs, the broad smiles- each with its own mystery.
You are million miles in your thoughts, and yet I am here with you looking up at the constellations and making a thousand wishes just as I know you are doing right now. Sometimes we get so caught up in our greed for better things that we forget the best things that have already happened to us. I miss you already because I know you wont always be here. I want to run away from the definite sadness that will follow your departure, but I also want to watch you leave, and remember how you looked at me as you faded away and the tears that clouded my eyes as I smiled bravely, hoping this wasn't a real goodbye.
I have learnt to measure distance, not by the space that separates us, but by the disparity between our emotions- the difference in how we feel(for there is no correlation between distance and love....only time). If you are also in some far away place thinking about me as well, and loving me to shreds then we are not apart in any way. But if even for once you think about me and you don't feel the same spark, the skip of a heart beat...a sudden gasp of pain then my dear, we are indeed distant in the ways that matter. I looked up at the northern star and made one last wish before I walked away. That night a thousand pieces of my heart had been cast into nothingness, just waiting for you to find one bit and mould it to yours. You might be there, while I am here, but tonight we are together.
Duby.
Duby and Cathy
we'd like to think we'd look like this- if we were 'white' ;) ....
Monday, September 3, 2012
sunrise and writers; Phil Collins(father to son)
One of the wisest lyricists/artistes/philosophers speaks about life and love in an ode to his son. Enjoy.
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