All my moments with you

They defy destiny,horoscopes,logic...all my moments with you
Yet they were written, yet they rose from the debris of hope
and the ashes of banal existence
All my moments with you
pulsate like fireflies ,
in a dark moonless forest
you can hear the river gush,memories have a dreamrun
in cracked smiles and misty eyes
unwritten in dates and history
All my moments with you write their own eternity
forgiving calenders for being too predictable.

Are you lonesome....tonight?

Are you lonesome tonight? I wonder if you're lonesome tonight. You know, someone said the World's a stage and we must play our parts. Fate had me playing with you as my sweetheart.Act One was when we met...you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue.Then came Act Two...using the change you acted strange and why, I've never known. But honey, you'd lied (Did you ?) when you said you loved me and I had no cause to doubt.But I'd rather go on hearing your lies then goin on living without you !
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there with, emptyness all around me. And if you won't come back to me...they can bring the curtain down.

Are you lonesome tonight?

One day I wrote her name upon the strand

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,

But came the waves and washed it away:

Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize!

For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped out likewise.

Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise

To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,

And in the heavens write your glorious name;

Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,

Our love shall live, and later life renew.

Edmund Spenser

Room full of Mirrors

"I USED TO LIVE IN A ROOM FULL OF MIRRORS ALL I COULD SEE WAS ME
WELL I TOOK MY SPIRIT AND I CRASHED MY MIRRORS
NOW THE WHOLE WORLD IS HERE FOR ME TO SEE
I'VE GOT A WHOLE WORLD THAT'S HERE FOR ME
TO SEE NOW I'M SEARCHING FOR MY LOVE TO BE
BROKEN GLASS WAS FALLING IN MY BRAIN
CUTTIN' AND SCREAMIN' AND CRYING IN MY HEAD
BROKEN GLASS WAS FALLING IN MY BRAIN
IT USED TO FALL ON MY DREAMS AND CUT ME IN MY BED
IT USED TO FALL ON MY DREAMS AND CUT ME IN MY BED
I SAID MAKING LOVE WAS STRANGE IN MY BED"

"Roomful of mirrors"