if we but met…

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don’t say i haven’t been searching
but you can’t find what you don’t know you want
If it’s walls in which you put your trust
mine are built beyond the infinite line

don’t look for love in places, faces
cause am never to be found
if you and i were to meet
it has to be in a nameless street long after am gone

it’s not goodbye, until we meet again

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i still remember the stories we wove together
like a patchwork quilt suffused with color
i still remember the peacock dance to the first rain
and a sun that refused to show
i still remember the crazed running through streets
trying to locate your favorite incense vendor
i still remember the church with a white steeple
the fervent prayers for this moment to linger
i still remember the bazaar with beads and flowers
the unhurried tea as you had my fortune read
i still remember the flame of the burning candle
and a chilled night in december
i still remember the fireflies we chased
as we walked for hours under a moonless gaze
i still remember the look on your face
when she came over to say hello

if iam to forget, then i must say my farewells
this part of the journey, i find on my own
if we meet someday, please, i want you to walk away
for my mind is full of memories that refuse to fade.

where the echoes remain

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I collect memories like others do sea shells…and I house them in little jars of colored glass…and when the rain drops incessantly I sit and open my jars quite like I was looking for a cookie …what comes out are remnants of life pieced together in a manner that I like and believe..what is it they say about the whole being bigger than the sum of the parts? Sometimes just sometimes I wish the parts would take up a life of their own and create their very own story….like echoes in the dark.