catalogue of poems and prose

When this is all over, I shall return to my dauntless wanderings of the universe.

I have long ago stopped my attempt to try and preserve the life of others. Rather, I have accepted that this curse bestowed onto me is mine alone to conquer.

There is an icy peace that coincides with my solitude, and I am grateful that your existence, albeit short, has wholly warmed my melancholy heart.

When you live as long as I do, the appeal of material possessions loses its potency, but I would spend all my wealth to sculpt a home for you, surrounded by all your favourite things.

Long ago, you told me with a sheepish smile that the only play you have ever read is Romeo And Juliet. A fan of its characters and its tragic ending, you say.

As a creature of theatrics and metaphors , it is the only thing of you I do not care for.

But it does bring me guilt that I cannot eventually give you the bittersweet euphoria of a lover’s death in likeness of hero Romeo and his Juliet.

There is a helplessness that plagues me as I watch you age each day, and slowly fall into madness before your ultimate end. I am an unfaithful recreation of Hamlet, and you my Ophelia. My mere declaration of the very ecstasy your love gives me, cannot qualm the violent properties that outdoes itself and leads my will to desperate undertakings.

I grovel at your grave and shield your flickering light from all that comes down to collect you, until my body collects dust and crumbles.

That way when my limbs finally turn crystalline and I can no longer lament moral quandaries, we can finally reunite in whatever limbo we find ourselves in.

Life after life you have always told me, in all the different voices you speak in, that you would find your way back home to me, and you have. In every changing bodily form you come to me, and each time I love you the same.

Not for one moment have you ever lost your hauntingly magnificent vice on my entire being.

Do not be afraid of death as it approaches, for your soul is too mesmeric to ever truly, truly die.

Forever yours,

An eternally lingering soul.