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| 2007 |
The dying sun in the West is giving up. There's a dark rain cloud looming over my head. A crazy cold wind suddenly embraces my body. We used to sit, right here, on this bench, watching birds and the cloud. That was many, many, many, warm ... winters ... ago. Some of these cold dancing ethereal entities ..... What are their names? Oh yes, that's right! Ups and downs, tops and bottoms, strange and "familiar" or whatever! These may have once constituted your tiny soft soft body. My feverish cheeks felt your sweet sweet breath again. You used to sigh.....gently and quietly when you put your head on my neck, ..... with lots and lots of fuss. That made me laugh and joke that it was such a lover's sigh. A sigh from a cat that gave too much!
You are touching me with your tiny paws again. I feel you in this cold wind and the rain drops. You have never left me at all. Oh! No! My poor body is not just composed all these star dusts which were once yours and my Mum's but also of countless numbers of creatures that have ever lived in this universe and beyond. Oh dear, my love! What I drink, eat and breathe everyday were also once essence of saints and sinners ..... and not just T-rexes or planktons.
Oh, yes! We will come back, for sure, in bodies of the fools and the genius, the innocent and the guilty, the martyrs and the despots...... of the present and the future. We could also fly out together to exploding stars and black holes just to have fun. Our immortal love will manifest itself wherever and whenever "our remains or anti-remains" are recycled.
Our quarks and bosons (or whatever the labels are) may be here or there, or in many places at the same time, it does not matter, my love. We have found each other and we will again!"
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| Sweet 1997 25 September 1987 - 25 June 2002 |
