Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, 'Hey.
Symphony of the airmy ear can hearmy only companiona rocking chairsilence is masterwishing you were here.
Kamand, die every dayso you rememberto live.
You just wait.Soon, lovers all over the worldwill be reciting poems dedicated to you.This is my promise.
If your mind can move mountainsand swallow gods,Why does it worry with helpless yesterdays and unborn tomorrows?If it can vomit starsand walk on split hairs,Why must it follow the samepath to despair?...
These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into.Here, Drink!
When you are here, God is near.
I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.
free from ivory-towerthe pencil twirlsacross the footpath
Impatience kills quickly.