The heart that Nature formed to love must pine, neglected, and alone.
/Sometimes the most beautiful things were never meant to exist.
You and me. We were just like Blue Roses.
...never meant to exist
The ash is in our clothes
/And then perhaps I was the fool...
The clown, the saddest person in the world for it is he whom wears the painted smile.
Lonely flower in her hand
/The shy girl picked a yellow flower and put it in her hair. She went to the man with kind eyes and he smiled at her but she looked down for she was afraid her eyes would show her deep longing for him.
The next day she picked two yellow flowers, one was for him and today she was going to give him her eyes, but he was not there.
Every day for weeks, she picked two flowers and still he was not there and so she returned home with two flowers. Then one day there were no yellow flowers left on that old bush, so she didn't go to that place on that day and not ever again...
That was the day the man returned...and in those kind eyes was his longing for her.
May seem as if it should have been a quarry
/You lied to me. You said the hurt would ease with time. But it doesn't.
It's like a great empty pit that I keep trying to fill up, yet just keeps growing deeper.
Railwaying
/The train is coming, I’m here, it’s slowing. I want to board the train.
I will go...but not right now.
I have made up my mind and now it has sounded its horn and is away...
Just like my dream of returning to you.
My name.
/My name means the very thing you have been searching for your whole life.
And I shall remain but an empty house until your search is over.
Forever
/I asked the stationmaster for a ticket to Forever. I told him my soul mate is waiting for me there. Solemnly he turned and said, "Miss I am afraid you are too late, the last train has just departed."
...forever
Message from a stranger
/Tired of being empty, the music box is calling so,
I'll stay, but...
Forever a stranger.
14 January 1986
/On my birthday this year I wished to make the pilgrimage home. I didn't know where my home was anymore or even if I ever did know. I found myself at this place, I had been there before, and I remembered something. At that moment when I looked to the scaffolding so high and the stairs that led only to the endless sky... I knew my heart was home.
Would you let me?
/If you knew I still loved you, w y l m?
If you knew I still called your name 100 times a day, w y l m?
If you knew I still I wept the saddest tear at the deepest thought of you, w y l m?
If you knew I was dying because you were never coming back, would you let me?
