PERHAPS"

Love is the cruelest beauty when distance distorts reality.... And beautiful dreams become nightmares.... Truth becomes rationalised lies....And hope becomes a door mat for casual visitors.
Souls are lost.... And only found again when hearts haemorrhage....And a barren place is irrigated to no purpose..... The need for Love. And to love... Relieved by visits into fantasy. Casual encounters foundations for futures only some want.
Dreamers damned.... And the damned dreamed of as soul mates.
And music becomes the only constant truth.....UNTIL.
All words... Just words.... No more than words.... Impotent fantasy.
And I stand condemned by my own words... Imperfect and very human.
But every now and then a breeze stirs the ashes.
The Phoenix rises once again to perpetuate it's mythological cycle of death to birth.. Or is it birth to death ???

Written by Sean GRANT. october 2006.

And this from OMAR KAYYAM. 12th. century Persian Poet.

The moving finger writes,
And having writ moves on.
Not all thy Piety or Wit, thy Tears can cancel out a line of it. //
_____________________----______________________

And like the finger.... I move on from one experience to the next.
And live my life !!!

Dont ever stop loving...... The beauty is worth the pain !!!

---------------------This is the most beautifull poem that i ever seen!-------------------------------

FROM: DWARCEY ROZIER

BY: SEAN GRANT