Friday, August 27, 2010
One Morning (for Tatha)
One morning you silently sang
me a song I remember.
I understood it not,
but sang it quietly in my head.
While its brief words passed over rapid like,
I clung to them
like dimness in burned out candle light.
Curious,
you made me ask and question and probe.
Now I know not what it means and know what it means.
I suppose I should weep
as children do,
when they come too close to fire.
Yet I will be still
for our song demands it.
For how can one sing as they tear?
And though you are the tune that
strings me together,
and the notes which phantom my way,
I know you bid me mend and piece
and remake and renew and remember forever.
And forever endless will it resonate
in the deepest depths of my heart
til I depart in peaceful harmony.
brin bit this at ; 12:27 PM
Thursday, August 19, 2010
i find it essential that on your birthday, you should give thanks to everyone and appreciate everything that you've been blessed with. (: (it's my birthday, and i've had some baileys, so let me be sentimental damnit. lolll)
so,
thank you to my entire family who i love with all my heart. and who managed to turn a potentially dreary day into one i reallly will treasure in times to come.
thanks to my awesome friends who have always been there for me through thick and thin, and who have been patient and understanding during these trying times. (you know who you are!)
and i dedicate this birthday to my tatha who i love and hope gets better soon. if i even grow to have half the heart and determination he has, i'll know i've led an awesome life. love you tatha.
(:
brin bit this at ; 1:25 AM