Priceless


From ashes I rose,

Alone but not lonely.

Only to be perished.

Brief was my existence.

But when I did exist,

I existed strong.

The earth felt my presence,

As much as I felt hers.

From ashes I rose,

To ashes I returned.

In between I was priceless.

Noone belonged to me,

I belonged to none.

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Dreaming of a Dreamless Sleep


Tonight sleep eludes me.

Trains of thoughts wreck my mind.

So many feelings. Like a rainbow,

On top of another one.

I never believed in afterlives,

Or in spirits, or in things I don’t understand.

But tonight, the wish to stay alive,

Just to see you, hold you, know you,

Burns so bright inside, that, I’m sure,

Even death cannot stop my soul.

Sleep eludes me tonight,

Like every other night.

Sleep eludes me tonight,

Like you do.

Perfectly Lonely


Perfectly lonely.

Like the moon in the sky,

Surrounded by stars.

Beautiful, Silver, Serene.

Barren, lifeless, scarred.

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Perfectly lonely.

Like a bottle of wine.

Sitting on the table.

Containing the fine red.

Occasionally pouring out.

Only to be tossed out, once emptied.

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Perfectly lonely.

No promises to keep.

No Companion to look forward to.

No memories to hold on to.

No new memories to be made.

Life is a comfortable routine.

Routine is simple, perfect and lonely.