Sunday, October 28, 2007

desire

all that is in this world
crumbles in my fingers
all that is of this world
like dust scatters in time
of all the things I've done
I have desired nothing more
but to have loved and be loved

in the truest since,
to pass each day in harmony and joy
with a casual smile
surround by ideas of where I am
and where I can go

could I say it simpler
I would,
but you and I know it
so I need not say it at all really
just remind you