passage of time

endless journey i seek to unfold
at the wee hour of morn
clinging to a distant thought
filled with the memories of only you

pleading shall morn come
a new day arrives without need of you
vacant from my non existant life
torn from a part of yester-you


jus something i conjured from thin air at 3 in the mornin.. with no baring wad so ever to thy present state of mind or heart.. oh why do i bother to explain!! *smiles* quite actualli.. i beg to differ.. i feel the smooth tingy feelin of lightness... i feel at peace with my phone and cranberry filled glass right next to me. the shuffling of the fan above racing at top speed whilst i type at a painfully slow pace.. so tediously sloth-like are my actions.. i wld bet even a snail cld flash by giggling.. the nausa of being left behind somewhat comforts me.. like knowingly i breathe in a space and time of my own.. the bliss of night befalls upon me... for it is the tranquil of the night.. as sleep unleashes its power over all like the angel of death at passover. and though day springs in jus hours' time.. i lie here still.. restlessly facing the blinding lights of the comp..

for u are my light


in the passage of time
so soon become
night to daylight
i shall meet thy plight

ease through the day
sombre though i pray
for thy past i might
still hold with delight