Saturday, September 05, 2009

Future, Tense

Be my one night-stand
Be my ever-lasting love
Be the sunshine, the rain,
the very roads and the sky above.

Consider yourself blessed
as would neither rose nor thorn.
Complete me in manner so awakened
Life’s threads never be torn.

Is it possible to converge?
To be as one, to merge?
How will I know, whom do I trust
and build my world, as I must?

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