Monday, May 4, 2009

... Cautious one, Dare not to Enter the Portal


Όταν ο χρόνος σας είναι να πεθάνεις;





WHEN I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

(Song, Christina Georgina Rossetti)


-- Today, I lie in bed, tossing and turning with thoughts juxtaposed in a massive concoction of

fear and anxiety. You are part of my every wandering. As I arise from peaceful slumber, your

very memory haunts me like a song reverberating through the walls of my heart.

Σε αγαπώ.

Even as I close my eyes and thoughts to escape this gnawing loneliness within me, still, your

voice resonates through the very recesses of my soul. No matter where I look, the four walls

would remind me of the moments we shared and the times where our souls nestled upon the

comfort we found in each other.

Είστε καλύτερα μου μισό.

My eyes are forever blinded by the beauty you have shown. My angel, I ask for your

understanding. Forgive me but my heart belongs to you alone.

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