"And so for the 5th time, they part and say goodbye. Like the previous 4 times, they didn't know when they would next meet. Somehow, this time there no tears. Perhaps this time more confident that the old cliche might finally have some truth in it: parting is such sweet sorrow.
'Come what may' sounds painfully beautiful rather than pure resignation to a fatalistic view.
And so for the 5th time, they part and say goodbye. Till they meet again."
Uncle T
23 Jun 2010
right back where we started... 2:35 am
We waited for the storm to fall. The clouds gathered till the night sky turned white. The clouds became the canvas upon which the lighting choreographed its tropical movement. The wind played its part by rustling the leaves and disturbing the calm serenity of the water.
We were right back where we started, but only different this time. The storm did not come, only mere droplets of drizzle. Perhaps the storm is still brewing, and will take time before it pours its eternity upon the earth. We wait.
We wait for our chance. Show us only half of it and we will seize it.
Uncle T
We were right back where we started, but only different this time. The storm did not come, only mere droplets of drizzle. Perhaps the storm is still brewing, and will take time before it pours its eternity upon the earth. We wait.
We wait for our chance. Show us only half of it and we will seize it.
Uncle T