it has happened
again, though i thought it not possible
and this time was different, in a good way
but still peculiar for i have not had that;
beyond reason lies the answer
to why time sends experiences in our direction
and why our sails catch certain winds of air.
i am changed, in a way, that bids me step forward
yet i know not the unfamiliar path and i quiver
if i could only step beyond and examine
the ancient book that will describe my past.

for it is in the fields of old
we find the ancient pieces to form the new.

matched spirits, are strung together
they form a sweet symphony
but where shall the opus be played
for the pastures are the only suitable place
and they are so far away now

a tribute
to those whom i have called friend
to those whose faces i know and know not
you have all been pieces of the landscape
in the portrait of my life
i could not have thought of better objects to paint
providence has provided me with such good fortune
that i might encounter all of you
after all, it is the spirit of our personal relationships
that we shall take with us after this life, nothing else
i am grateful for this, i just thought you should know
and here's to many future days of knowing you

persist, persist through the flames
if anything, you might come out a little scathed
the searing though not much fun to look at
will have a cleansing effect which will renew
have not fear, but excitement and anticipation
for the flame

what can make this world go away?
only the death of mankind
so why do we worry for our planet's sake
when souls we will leave behind?

my heart misses those with whom
my soul has sung loudly
mayhaps i shall see them soon, someday
and we shall all sing joyously in the halls again

by the day, the time shall pass
but what dreams may come who knows
if i can have a say, they would be my own

there shall be, ere the day is ended,
a river of thought rushing,
overflowing onto the banks of the rational
it will drown out the old,
and inspire the new;
sometimes, the brink of death
is the only giver of life

there is a list, that i shall complete
in more ways than one
which shall dictate the years to come;
should i complete this list,
in more ways than one,
then success true happiness would be a sure thing!

a new form shall take up existence,
what shall this new face resemble?
individuality shall be the composition.

the new day has arived!
this new aura will surely pervade
all of the senses with lovliness
it shall be glorious indeed