Thursday, May 08, 2008
Love is of source unknown, yet it grows ever deeper.The living may die of it, but by its power the dead live again.
Love is not at its fullest if one who lives is unwilling to die for it,
or if it cannot restore to life one who has died.
You come to me in a dream.
I am flooded with thoughts of what should have been..
A sudden sob wakes me from my dream.
alone again