Slow sleep

Across the slow moving Nile of Cairo, A silent and peaceful night. On the back of a sailing hippo, while reflections shine bright. It's been long since I last heard silence, it's been so long since I sailed with someone. Someone to bring a little sophistication in my time of consciousness for I have dwelt on dreams, lived amongst the shadows of illusions. Twinkling lights may have no meaning from a distance but fills the scene with warm feeling. The breeze was so warm, so soft and kind to put anyone to bed so peacefully that you would wake up without memory and without regret. The Nile argues and wins, it can convince you, it can own you and get into you with all its soft persuading waves, with its smooth slow honey like motion. And so it was, just like a baby her eyes closed longing for that pillow and those dreams of sweet nature.

The City Song

City swarms with lights, but lights never shine its nights.
Cars roll wheels, burning steel, moving faster than I feel.
Life, Life is everywhere but not a heart beat to feel.
Habitation of human manifestation. Forgotten salvation.

Cold metals feel the heat while hearts refuse to beat.
rubber may melt and burn while eyes refuse to turn.
bricks blend with concrete while hands refuse to meet.
Wires twist and turn, while minds refuse to learn.

Here, where we thought we'd find heaven, where we thought we'd be forgiven.
Here, where our dreams were too bright, we thought we could and we might.
Here is all you promised me that I believed. Here, all I found was deceit.

Sailing Space

Black, Peaceful and so quiet is everything around. I would stare at through my window for hours and hours; and its still black, peaceful and quiet. Moving through that endless space doesn't really give me a feeling of how fast or how slow is it, I don't even know how far I have gone. All I know is my heading, dream and destination. Parting is never pleasant.. Never. Sometimes You have to ride where you didn't really plan to go, I keep reminding myself: "It's for the best", and Yes, it is! Trough all this trip I have nothing to do, no ideas to discuss and no memories to remember for all I have is to wait. Just to wait: not in despair, not in boredom, not in complaint and definitely not in regrets; for at in unexpected moment, at any second in time: my destiny would appear, in the midst of darkness and in the stillness of silence. I Believe.

Enough

Sometimes the best thing to do is the hardest thing you ever think you should. That goes with forgiveness. Sometimes the deepest wound is the hardest to forget but always the hardest to cure. To give, To wait only grows more expectations. Not to receive brings disappointments and heart breaks. It's never easy for relationships, when one is very much into it with his whole heart and the other is only judging from behind the wall. It's not easy when one is so free to be and the other is placing so much restrictions. It's not easy when one is natural and the other is motivated by fears from the past. Its not right when both are not on same ground. Its not fair when you let someone to give you while you only need to waste what's been given away. It's not right to let someone wait for a false hope, I don't want to see someone suffer for another's pleasure. Enough.

What is fair? What is right? What is true? What is noble? What is pure? It's too late to ask, Too late to discuss. It's over now and all I have is to forgive.