Today

Another place hides in its darkness, secreted from my knowing. I dream a dream to it in blankness, and the evening is still and the birdsong is no longer. A name is on my mind, someone I am not acquainted with, only their words have spoken to me somewhat, when I have read over them. I focus so slightly and wonder if this is the direction for me to turn to, to discover something that I almost sense that I have to find, that I somehow seek to find, without being fully conscious of it. I allow the idea to drift until I see more of these words tomorrow. Today there was strangeness in the day and I felt myself lost within its shape, I was a stranger to this particular day. It didn't present itself to me. It sought to ignore me and I sat in the evening of this day wasting time, passing time. I wanted to still avoid it, and I wanted to look into its heart. I wanted the truth of it all no matter how much it didn't want me, nor didn't want to appeal to me.

Remembering a Particular Feeling

Je me souviens et sais que vous ne vous souvenez pas de moi. Je revis notre amour et sens votre contact. Vous êtes réels à moi aujourd'hui. Que je ne sois réel à vous plus, me signifie peu. Peut-être je n'étais jamais très réel à vous. Mais l'amour est l'amour et il ne peut être nié par aucun d'entre nous maintenant, bien que je parle pour seulement moi-même.

I remember and know that you don't remember me. I relive our love and feel your touch. You are real to me today. That I am not real to you anymore, means little to me. Perhaps I was never very real to you. But love is love and it can't be denied by either one of us now, although I speak for only myself.