Should i , dont suppose i should, anyway – i wish not take you from your days happenings nor your wills reckoning, nor wish it of me to deny that who you love the saddness of loss of love.
maybe unpublished works are the saddest, especially when they were once meant to be published.
And to someone published.But it won’t be published this way, for i fear it wont mean what i meant it to mean – and its too late now anyway.
This is to you, thought its not for you – it merely suggests what it wouldn’t if i could have it suggested it – which i can’t.
Its my mind now, no words – just like a would have it – for somtimes i think i lack the words nessesary sometimes.Anyhow, you’ll never get to hear this i suppose – this is for me, though i hope you hear the sounds from your soul when you’re asleep and resting.
They echo in my head all day, while im staring up into the celing, when i look around, stair out my window.
It’s special – but i need not say this, i hear it.
I only wish you could hear it for what it means, though this i know you can’t – but anyway hear it for what you think it is – even though you are wrong – it matters not for we all know that music and poetry like beauty is really in the eye,mind,ear of the beholder.
I have lost most hope in you.But don’t be stirred by this, don’t regret that which i have said, for nothing can change that what you are, and nothing that anyone says should and could take from you what you are, for you are and yet i am , so let you take nothing from me and i’ll take nothing from you.
And i hope you don’t re-love me, because i don’t think i’d re-love you – but i would protect you if i could, and i would make sure that you are kept well and that you see that which you haven’t seen, that which i wish you would see, i will sing songs to you, play the music of the soul and i will whisper the sounds of gentle poetry until someday you will see that which i wished you’d seen.
And when you have seen, i hope you see forever.
And i will nurture that love that you share with he whom you love, for ’twas this that decrypted complicated encryption -that was the bain of my existance -my heart.
tinjgler, tinjgler, tinjgler my secret one.Tinjgler.