Links

Think it over, my love,

For the journey of decisions

Is never soothed by

The soft shadows of words.

 

No pain is more painful than

The pain of remorse.

 

Think well,

Of the fears you may have,

About traveling with me,

Set them out in your eyes,

And know it well,

Time is barren desert

With no return.

 

New scenes obliterate

The seasons of yester-years.

 

The gust of breeze,

That creased your hair

Some while ago,

Is gone and dead,

Its being or not being

Is meaningless for you.

 

Have you ever thought?

How the existence of life

Is linked with the living being?

 

This is the time my love,

To understand the link

That binds us together.

 

For the fears you may

Have about traveling with me,

Take a break on this crossroad and

Set them out in your eyes,

 

For every bond of your hands,

Is still well within your hands.