Miscellaneous

A Glass for the Lovers

Sitting in Rico’s
On a winter’s afternoon.

Recalling how Meili was so beautiful
That I thought her name was “Life”.

Thinking how fate
Arrived on a pale horse to part us.

Remembering when my eyes
Turned as hard as shadows on the moon.

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We all want to believe the stories
That our greatest love is our destiny.

We all want to believe intimacy so profound
Never turns to ashes scattered in a bitter sea.

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We all want to believe.

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Come! But come, I’ll buy a glass for you
On this winter’s afternoon.

A glass for you, and a glass for the things
That are fated to be.

A glass for you, and a glass for the lovers
That must bleed out to the sea.

Come! But come before the river flows past,
For the river can never flow back.