thought
that
you
might
change
in
time
become
somewhat
like
me
only
to
find
times
changed
me
too
while
you've
become
more
me
i've
become
more
you
i
thought
that
he
might
change
in
time
become
somewhat
like
me
only
to
find
times
changed
us
both
who
am
i
who
is
he
who
are
we
i
thought
he
might
change
become
more
like
me
only
to
find
i'm
more
he
than
he
me
growing
up
is
there
such
a
thing
-----------------------------
growing
up
is
the
hardest
thing
to
stop
is
to
die
to
grow
is
too
die
------------------------------------
growing
up
the
hardest
thing
ive
ever
done
i'm
not
done
---------------------------------------
growing
up
what
is
that
not
something
ever
finished
changing
perceptions
rents
holes
in
realities
its
always
just
more
of
the
same
oh
foolish
love
so
vain
and
silly
thought
your
heart
could
look
like
mine
though
mirrored
here
i
see
two
halfs
they're
moving
both
in
different
time
how
could
love
change
whats
always
been
life
full
of
more
despair
my
heart
is
dull
weighted
down
it
needs
too
much
repair
truth
disperses
hope
love
is
not
a
mirror
though
we
might
wish
it
to
reflect
its
not
the
telling
which
men
find
irritating
about
women
its
the
being
right
we
have
little
choice
in
whom
we
love
some
choice
in
whom
we're
loyal
too
nothings
ever
the
same
as
before
realized
dreams
merely
mirages
every
desire
when
realized
turned
to
ash
we
are
partners
in
adversity
my
love
exacts
so
much
man
is
odious
without
boundary
with
no
patience
to
forebare
and
a
tearful
cry
she
wailed
again
bout
his
wandering
eye
only
the
eye
that
wanders
I
never
wandered
with
patience
rare
and
nary
a
sigh
he
bore
the
brunt
of
her
jealous
eye
i've
seen
almost
every
kind
of
sly
no
lovers
tricks
get
past
my
eye
he
thinks
he's
a
wizz
at
deception
i
was
given
more
nous
on
my
conception
into
a
thieves
den
what
else
do
you
expect ?
neither
life
nor
infinity
reward
anything
or
anyone
i
want
not
of
man's
art
give
of
me
that
no
part
i
want
sun
sand
and
sea
home
at
sunset
for
tea
of
man's
art
need
no
part
do
you
sea?
addictions
consume
don't
leave
any
room
for
life
with
your
love
on
a
sunny
day
though
i
tug
at
your
sleeve
cannot
get
you
to
leave
come
and
play
not
as
blinkered
by
hormones
i
see
no
road
forward
backward
road
goes
as
far
whorls
within
whorls
within
whorls
love
turns
toads
into
princes
and
leaves
princes
toads
as
a
lover
i
learnt
and
bitterly
too
there
is
no
love
that
is
pure
or
true
great
stories
dont
abide
in
palaces
with
kings
or
parliments
where
lobbyists
wear
masks
but
in
ordinary
lives
behind
ordinary
doors
where
dwell
tragedy
comedy
and
farce
i
thought
i
looked
ok
when
i
got
up
glancing
in
the
mirror
sleep
dust
eyes
but
later
when
i
had
a
closer
look
i
saw
the
mirror
had
told
lies
in
silence
the
eddy
of
anothers
presence
resounds
a
swan
song
these
poems
come
now
im
dying
final
proof
of
love
premonition
the
black
dog
i
walk
on
the
beach
i
rank
you
among
moonlit
skies
both
natural
highs
;o)
he
is
heaven
and
earth
sea
and
sky
he
is
full
moon
at
dusk
warm
skin
smelling
of
musk
he
is
i
with
acorns
blood
red
and
nuts
rich
gold
brown
grey
green
lava
rocks
why
would
i
live
in
town
little
pieces
of
infinity
kept
shelved
surround
me
airborne
sea
scapes
without
gulls
cry
dead
seahorse
eyes
not
borne
on
waves
crest
curling
pearl
shells
gold
sand
flecked
on
the
desk
she's
your
angel
of
death
see
her
black
eyes
shine
into
her
arms
sink
forsaking
mine
walk
along
deaths
road
head
towards
her
bent
bitter
irony
tis
me
heaven
sent
OR
oh
your
angel
of
death
how
her
black
eyes
shine
tis
her
you
embrace
not
mine
if
men
are
not
kept
engaged
they
drift
looking
for
the
next
sensation
poems
once
written
rise
like
bile
when
re
read
ash
on
the
tongue
to
lie
in
the
sand
with
endless
horizon
spread
out
at
my
feet
who
could
ask
for
more
tiny
shells
pink
brown
perfection
washed
up
in
pale
foam
along
the
shore
with
liquid
gold
sun
melting
into
the
ocean
and
gulls
crying
our
loss
will
i
ever
be
poor
dew
hung
from
the
fence
wire
strung
out
along
it
like
beads
birds
perch
like
musical
notes
filling
the
dawn
with
their
song
death
is
my
neighbour
peter pan
and
wendy
we
fly
thro
night
skies
hearts
linked
minds
free
travelers
in
infinity
the
grass
being
greener
on
the
other
side
is
a
phallasy
the
closer
to
death
the
stronger
the
desire
to
be
at
one
with
infinity
the
face
of
decay
is covered in sores
shes
stooped
over
looking
confused
difficult
mooded
and
hard
company
companion
still
all
religions
are
cults
a
blessing
of
the
menopause
i've
heard
some
women
say
is
not
caring
about
men
anymore
will
i
rue
or
cheer
that
day
my
heart
is
a
bottomless
pit
he says
there's
just
no
filling
it
she says
give
your
all
to
me
and
that
will
be
a
love
large
enough
to
fit
OR
my
heart
is
a
bottomless
pit
he says
there's
just
no
filling
it
she says
and
i
fail
to
see
what
seems
clear
to
he
theres
no
love
big
enough
to
fit
bring on the night
all hope is gone
i
do
not
wish
to
live
the
dawn
love once ran hot
has
cooled
to
cold
he couldn't see
it
was
pure
gold
prefers to chase
bright
butterflies
whose glittering wings
so
blind
his
eyes
her heart is stiff
cold
and
unyielding
not for her
loves
warm
embrace
she did love
once
gave it her all
it
got
used
up
now she wont fall
the frost is warm
her heart is cold
never
to
love
never
to
hold
she sits outside
she
shut
the
door
the frost
but
not
her heart
will
thaw
fizzy
fanta
clouds
rain
orange
the
setting
sun
a
furnace
molten
red
gold
runs
in
rivulets
down
the
sky
purple
grey
clouds
plume
smoke
“ Be aware every morning that you may not last the day, and every evening you may not last the night ”
remains
of
six
million
who
had
once
walked
the
earth
felt
the
sun
on
their
faces
the
wind
in
their
hair
had
hungered
thirsted
loved
felt
the
beating
of
their
hearts
the
rush
of
air
fill
their
lungs
unearthed
from
their
resting
place
left
forgotten
in
abyss
autumn
leaves
bright
as
flame
engulf
the
trees
the
cold
stars
glitter
and
care
not
neither
do
the
trees
why
do
i
golden
leaves
scattered
on
moss
my
bed
for
eternity
travelling
birds
flying
in
formation
honking
rose
gold
sun
set
splayed
across
the
sky