Wandering Through An Old Notebook

(also posted in poetry)

I was flipping through an old, beaten up notebook of mine toady when I found the following interesting passages. Oh, so maybe it's not that old. I think it's from a couple years ago at the most. Anyway - here are the rough drafts and unfinished things I found.

ONCE FOUND
Your eyes are telling me secrets that your heart can not reach.
Too intent on lonliness for the misery to ever cease.
Holding on too tight with fear for a friend.
Catapulting with delight on the thought of ever-after once again.

TWICE FOUND
Be still little ray of hope,
Don't grow to be so large
That your owner won't
allow reality to shine its light.
Without that constant - you will cease to exist.

THRICE FOUND
Cry for the young one who knew life so short a time.
Morn for the beautiful as they fade away from the light.
Weep for the memories and hold tight to your past...


¶ 20:34