It’s slipping away.
I just sit watching it go
and can’t do a thing.
Already sleep calls.
Ah, too soon, sweet Morpheus,
The night is young still!
Oh grave warrior,
the path lies darkened. Journey
safe until the dawn.
(originally written: 2004-06-27)
There may be no joy
in a birthday spent away,
but I wish it still.
(originally written: 2004-06-29)
Days pass. Hours. Minutes.
With each you draw closer, but
remain so far, still.
(originally written: 2004-07-05)
I will not cry, for
though my eyes be filled with tears,
my heart rejoices.
(originally written: 2004-07-15)