Is everything starting over?
\nThe waves never stop crescendos,
\nthe wind its constant howling,
\nspring promises a better summer,
\nand lovers in their sleep
\ntake a vow,
\nthere\u2019ll be no other,
\nexcept the dream
\nthat conjures up a stranger.
\nI write a poem in mortal fear,
\nis this the last one I\u2019ll ever do,
\nbecause nothing I have said
\nsays it all,
\nor can be said much better?<\/p>\n
Would I like to live life again?
\nI think no.
\nSome tears should not be
\ntwice shed,
\ntwice can break the heart in two.
\nAnd some loves
\nimperfect as they were,
\ncould never be so beautiful again,
\nwarts and all.
\nFriendships that pass
\nwould not be better,
\nwhen they arrive
\nto where they\u2019re headed,
\nlet them go.<\/p>\n
I have a hunch that nothing ends
\nbehind closed doors,
\nand things are simply deja vu,
\nready to be lived again,
\nwhen time starts over,
\nand we wonder,
\nhave I lived before?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Is everything starting over? The waves never stop crescendos, the wind its constant howling, spring promises a better summer, and lovers in their sleep take…<\/p>\n