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y#757

"When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today
While thinking of the many things we didn't get say
I know how much you love me as much as I love you
And each time that you think of me, I know you will miss me too
But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand that an angel came and called my name
and took me by the hand and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above, and I that I would have to leave those I dearly love
But as I walked away, a tear fell from my eye
For all my life I always thought I didn't want to die
I had so much to live for, so much left to do
It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad
I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while
I would say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile
But then I fully realized that this could never be
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me
And I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow
I thought of you and when I did, my heart was full of sorrow
But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me, from his great golden throne
He said, this is eternity, and all I have promised you
Today your life on earth is past but hear life starts anew
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last
And since each day is the same, there is no longing for the past
You have been so faithful, so trusting and so true
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do
But you have been forgiven and now at last you are free
So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?"

y#742

"So here we are under London's glass and granite arms as they reach for the half moon, me a blur of boldness and booze and the rusty-haired polka-dot breeze of you stands stuck to the street in cool shoes. What could possibly go wrong? What could possibly go right? We could list all the good things and list all the bad things, but if we're all just vibration what difference does it make? My heart could be a stone, it's a sponge, it's a balloon, it's a lonely rock with a fiery tail, falling in your atmosphere, burning up and breaking down. So let our atoms melt together, let our nuclei converge. I want you now, and your conscience can be clear. My yesterday is dead, the present's an illusion, and tomorrow's just a nightmare away. This is our story, our movie. This is our rom-com, and it ends like this.

Without looking up, the girl cautiously takes the boy's hand. She steers herself then meets his gaze. The boy smiles. The girl surrenders. They kiss.

We pull away to reveal more lovers. In a long winter coat, a woman straddles a man on a wooden bench. Behind a coin-operated lavatory, two boys passionately embrace. Vague silhouttes sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car. Two figures fumble in a phone box. There's a couple in every doorway and around every corner.

Snow begins to fall. We drift up into the sky and look down on the boy and the girl as they become tiny specks in a London street. We pull away further and further until London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone. Now we're in space, watching the Earth as the sun rises behind it. Satellites orbit by. A billion stars surround us. We flow over the moon. Then we cut to black, and the credits roll.

I want you now, and now is all we can know.

Imagine we wake up tomorrow and nothing's happened. Think of what we'll never know. One night of love in a month full of doubt. Take my hand. Take my tongue. Let's run. Tonight can be a detour, a respite. I'm your busman's holiday, your much deserved night off. I'm your sensual sejourn. My heart could be a stone, my heart could be a sponge. This is the end. Ten years in the making, a decade of design. This kiss is Hello. This kiss is Goodbye."

y#590

"Pour it out,
in new ways.
Immaginate, drop needles like pines into clear pools
where molecules are arranged
just loose enough to let dreams through..."