When two are lonely

 

Choosing yourself over all around 

Is a task to fulfill, 

 

deeply

Wanting and excluding the present 

Of any other mind 

 

But still is it a burden

And joy in disappear,

 

One always half empty

Achieving the inner sanctification of the mind

 

One always half full

By staying in a safe cocoon behold to the blind.

Wandering 

 

Wandering excess, ghosting through continents,

 

Silent souls with so dear open hearts,

Drowning minds suffering under knowledge

 

Distractions growing like shadows in

The late sun,

 

History haunting the present 

as we seek the future,

 

Enjoyment and delight growing like dew

Over the early mornings

 

Blurring our minds, to feet

The passing time.