In case you reach the end of the world, part IV

There's something special about you.

Why else would Nature pick you as its sole survivor?
If not for the purity of your heart,
then for your trust.

Your trust in the righteousness of time.
Time doesn't judge and so don't you.
Time doesn't give or take. It just passes.
It doesn't reward or punish.
It's the human mind who does these things.

Except for yours.
You carry your weight and participate.

She Said

You are air like oxygen in a storm.
I am water like land flooded by raindrops.
A torch to light a candle.
A lion whispering love.
We rule the world and the night around it,
but not the time it's spinning, nor its ending
or its beginning.

Far = Away (executed)

Watch the ocean
from a cabin,
from a britch,
through a port hole

Think (again):
"If I can turn back the hands of time,
this boat will be false, else
this goodbye will be true."

While I'm not free
and you're not here,
I know:
I should have missed you before I left.

Source code

On the phone with someone you love

A distant horizon. A projection
of hope and desire. A soft breeze that
turns the sky to dust. A single thought,
endlessly repeated. One name.
One image of someone not you.

You hold her hand. Try to see
beyond her eyes. Beyond the line
dividing heaven from earth.
The yin and yang of simple dreams,
and long lived illusions.

This used to be a blessing.
Like the time of life offered
to us on the day of birth.
But it seems jaded now and troubled
by debt.

If only the remaining days
could be freed from words. You
might see life beyond its ending.

The reign of truth restored.

Love at the union of souls.