Love
Sadness
Existential
Random
Counting Ways
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
A Summer's Day
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Marriage of True Minds
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Silent Rain
The rain falls softly in the night,
Like tears upon my windowpane,
Each drop a memory of light,
Each splash an echo of my pain.
Like tears upon my windowpane,
Each drop a memory of light,
Each splash an echo of my pain.
Shadows of Memory
In shadows deep and darkness long,
Where hope seems but a distant star,
The heart beats out its mournful song,
Of dreams now scattered near and far.
Where hope seems but a distant star,
The heart beats out its mournful song,
Of dreams now scattered near and far.
Cosmic Dance
In vast cosmic dance we spin,
Questioning why we're here within,
Stars above and earth below,
Seeking truths we'll never know.
Questioning why we're here within,
Stars above and earth below,
Seeking truths we'll never know.
Sands of Time
Time flows like sand between our fingers,
Each moment passes, nothing lingers,
In the void of endless space,
We search for meaning, leave no trace.
Each moment passes, nothing lingers,
In the void of endless space,
We search for meaning, leave no trace.
Flickering Light
What is consciousness but light,
Flickering in eternal night,
Are we real or just a dream,
Nothing is quite what it seems.
Flickering in eternal night,
Are we real or just a dream,
Nothing is quite what it seems.