Many people dream about things happening in their lives. Many people think, that our lives are mapped out for us, and that its best just to go on living things as they are destined for us. Yet, all through our lives, we face decisions. Not only big (matter-of-life decisions) but daily decisions that we dont even realize that we make. We make decisions all the time. But, sometimes, and perhaps this only happens because we allow ourselves to be put into this position, we are faced with really life altering decisions. My life, has reached that crossroad.
Unthinkable thoughts
Have you ever loved so much, you thought your heart would break?
If I could find the words, to express this utter pain
Have you ever wanted something, so much you'd give your world?
She sighed as she looked out into the night
She cried as she looked at a picture of him
She wept for her lover, so far, far away
She sighed as she looked at her world all around
But she smiled because she knew all things came to pass
So much has happened, in such a short time, it is at times hard to comprehend. I stand at a major crossroad in my life, knowing exactly which road to choose, yet, having so many odds against me. It’s hard sometimes, to imagine how my life has changed so totally in such a short time. But, been the big believer in fate that I am, I know things don’t happen just for the fun of it, but because they are meant to be. I didn't meet him just for the fun of it. I didn’t travel half way around the world to be with him just for the hell of it.
He was old as he shuffled along the road.
The stones in the road seemed sharper today
And slowly he walked, his stick at his side
Then he came to the point, the end of the road,
He had to be careful. To fall would be easy
And then for a moment, his eyes he did close
How she’d laughed when she ran, how her eyes would light up
That was a time he remembered, as if engraved in his heart
And now, as he stood, peering over the edge
No legacy to pass, no children he had,
Then he turned to go home, the stick aiding him,
"Every person, all the events of your life are there because you have drawn them there. What you choose to do with them is up to you"
Finding myself, on the other side of the world. I look around me, and I see things that I have never seen before. People, I have never seen before, places I have never seen before. It doesnt matter though, not really. Not where I am, or what it looks like around me, but what does matter, is who I am with. Does it really matter where in the world you find yourself? Does it really matter how much change needs to be made to adapt? It doesn't. It doesn't because we are constantly moulding our lives. And we are constantly adapting to changes around us. Our lives, are constantly been reshaped. Don't allow the huge changes to scare you. Because we are adaptable. I want to be here. Because you are here. I want to be anywhere where you are. It doesn't matter where
Unforgettable
Untouchable desires
Unassuming beginnings
Unstoppable fires
Unforgettable days
Unimaginable nights
Unmistakable bliss
Unthinkable heights
Undeniably the fact
The uncertainty thereof
And uncompromising the future
Of unbridled love
~~© Bernadette~~
05/03/2001
Have you ever
Have you missed someone so bad, you mind began to ache?
Have you held onto the memory of moments lived in bliss?
Have you ever felt the pain, for someone that you missed?
I'd write them on this page, and then i'd try explain
If I could be with you, each moment I would treasure
Because loving you is something, i'll be holding on forever
To be with the one you love, to treasure and to hold
These tears can form a river, this love can break your heart
But I promise you my darling, we will not stay apart
~~© Bernadette~~
25/03/2001
Prison
Her world empty, and barren, and lost
The walls of frustration, encircling her mind
Realizing the ultimate cost
The longing for him so intense
And knowing that time was no friend of hers now
And logic, her only defence
Her life, a prison sentence to complete
This love she had found, so profound, so unique
Yet knowing all the odds they would beat
And knew it was no longer for her
So much to accomplish, so much left to do
But how to go on, was a blur
And her lover she would again see
And in his arms, she knew she would lie
forever, because fate meant it to be
~~© Bernadette~~
01/04/2001
Update
April 01, 2001
No, things happen as they are meant. And fate did not bring me to this man, to rip us apart and leave us heartbroken and lost without each other, knowing what we could have, is out of our reach.
No, there is a reason for all of it. I have met the man I intend on spending the rest of my life with. Fate saw to that the day it allowed our paths to cross that fateful summer's day. And no matter how hard and difficult things do seem right now, we both know its not an impossibility. And slowly, we will gather the things we need to make it happen.
And I know, that not long, though time does seem to be the enemy right now, but ultimately, we will be together as one, as we are meant to be.
Timeless Memories
His bones a testament to his years.
His left leg, the weaker, seemed stiffer today,
And his hat, pulled down low over his ears.
As if trying to endanger his path.
He stepped with great care, his eyes on the ground.
Not a smile on his lips, not a laugh
It’s presence, an encouraging thought.
His body so frail, held up by a stick
But all those years could never be bought.
Where it dropped down deep into the sea.
The sound of the waves, as it hit against the walls,
Leaning over, he tried harder to see.
Leaning on the stick, he placed firmly in the ground.
Then he took in the beauty, the majesty of the water,
Smelt the air, and felt the breeze all around.
And remembered how things used to be.
A smile on his lips, appeared in a flash
When he thought of his beautiful Marie.
When she dug her hands into the sand on the beach.
How they’d walked hand in hand, as two lovers do
Making promises they swore they would keep.
When his life seemed to be at its best.
The love that they made. The magic they had shared.
That it would end, who would ever have guessed?
He wondered how things would have been,
Could he have loved someone else, like the way he loved her.
Would it have mattered, had he not touched her skin
No grandkids to sit on his knee.
No dreams of the future, no hope of new love,
They had died with the death of Marie.
His body protesting in pain.
Watching stones on the ground. Taking care not to fall,
Knowing that he would return once again.
~~© Bernadette~~
15/04/2001
~~© Richard Bach~~
~~Illusions~~
