Bucket List

How to see a dying a man

With eyes that open less frequently now

In his sleep you witness the throbbing chest

Rises and ebs, rises and ebs.

How to see a dying life

The one you claim your own

You only claim it your own

When you realize it's no one else's,gone.

How to see a dying soul

That dies even before the death of life

Life does not bring it back to life

What happens then if life's gone first?

To see the world in the eyes of death

Is to see death in the eyes of life

How to see a dying man

Through the eyes of a dying soul?

Into the Wild

Loneliness, if only you could talk

What would you tell me?

You are not a person who could say

Hi, hello.

To talk back to me

Yourself you betray

But what if you could

What would you tell me?

Would you tell me to look

At the shadows and

Imagine their real faces?

Oh, shove me away

There is no gravity

Only the intensity to frolick

In your silence.

But if only you could talk

You could also then listen

And capture the spirits

Of the tides, of the sun's rays in arrows.

But I will have to wait

Until you talk back

And I will wait even longer

'til I grow tired of you--loneliness.

And though voice you do not have

You have the perfect memory

To remember that I

Once asked you to talk back to me.