The Theif Who Gives

What is time but the space between objects?
What are objects but the time of a space?
What is space but the object of time? 

The faster we go, the slower our world.
The brighter we are, the darker our shadows.
The harder we push, the softer their pull.

All things are connected by nothing, and nothing is made up of all things.

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On the edge

Atop the rock upon which i built 
my sacred tower of stones that tilt,
she nibbles on the moss there grows;
Dainty, poised – her balance shows.
It could easily come crashing down
As shes turns herself nimbly around –
Destroying the pillar either by intent, 
the result is the same, if its accident.
A precarious position i can only observe
in case my proximity breaks her nerve.
And so i pause with breath baited
hoping she spares what was created. 

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Ainda linda, ja esta

You’re still the one that i adore;
You’re still the one my heart beats for.
After all this time nothings changed
about how you make me feel deranged.
I can only hope you feel the same.

You’re still the one that i fight for;
You’re still the one who makes me soar.
After all this time i admire the way
you go about your day to day.
I can only wait for you to play.

You’re still the one i cant ignore;
You’re still the one i love for evermore.
After all this time everything is clear
about how you are to me so dear.
I can only dream you’ll reappear.

You’re still the one i love the more.
You’re still the one beauty and amor.
After all this time i want you back
to cure me of this heart-attack.
I can only wish that you accept.

Stubborn Patience

Never say never
means I’ll wait forever;
come hail or shine
no matter the weather,
just long and pine,
busy with whatever.
Abiding such time
to the end’s sever.

Never say never
until we’re together;
again able to fly
like birds of feather,
we’ll soar in the sky
free from our tether.
With joy raise cry
for love’s endeavour.