In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Well, isn't there supposed to be a good bye , when something new begins, shouldnt the old be done away with.
But what of the incompleteness, the hollowness, of not dreaming because the reality is in stark contrast.
Over to Gibran:
"Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips."And, I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye, Godspeed, Goodspeed, GodSpent.