Your last moment

Life is strange

There will always be roads untravalled

lovers unloved

dances undanced

Open your eyes

and take what you will

but never mean any harm

Don’t let your hearts desire escape

hold it to your heart




and devour every moment

like it were your last.


Strangely content

There is silence this morning

except for the song of bird

there is joy in her music

for she cares so very little

or nothing at all

for the things that do not matter

I listen in silence

and learn

I feel strangely content

and content in my strangeness.