Why
do you
pull me
In as a
wave
and push
with the
strength
of your
wind,
why
do I
always
end up
lifting my
battered
wings
to fly
back to
your storm?
I ask questions
only my heart
knows the
answer to

Why can't we
dream forever?
no one will
hold back
our light,
our hearts
will glow
a love
greater
than tears,
forget who
you were
yesterday,
or what
Is beyond,
let us live
In each
other's
eyes for
now,
what the
world
shapes
of you
Is unreal,
only I
know
of the
reverie
bright
In your
eyes
when
your
heart
speaks
of what
the lips
cannot
create,
for some
moments
In life there
are no words,
only beauty,
where you
will find
truth,
In the
clarity of
this auroral
hour,
I see how
the existence
of you is
my gift,
In wander
within the
city, we find a
quiet place
to call
our own,
a small,
hidden
coffee
shop,
we are
deep in
conversation,
gently
opening
ourselves
when
we had
hidden
within
our souls
before,
to guard
them
from hurt,
we leave
the cafe
to venture
beyond,
finding
a place
where the
clouds are
hovering
over the
the city,
where the
heavens
mirror upon
your skin,
meeting
mine as you
hold me
closer,
we are
alone within
each other's worlds,
once disintegrated,
we are one again,
a supercluster
of a multitude  
In galaxies, coming
together as
tides crashing
endlessly,
within each
wave,
I am with
you,
and my
heart
soars,
tearful
and
dreamy,
as the
ending of a
symphony,
the ephemeral
moment of
wonder,
only when,  
our hands
touch,  
the painting
of the scene
becomes
eternal,
time ceases
to exist
as the
film softly
plays,
I write
notes of
your words
engraved
In this heart
of mine,  
the gentle
vulnerability
only you see,
as we lie
here together,
under the
dream of
your arms
I want to
sleep
under,
only you
and I,
wishbound
In the night,
where I will
remember
a warm cup
of coffee,
a smile
from you,
a gentle
dance of
stars,
these small
moments
I will treasure,
for they will
not fade
In the
slow,
beautiful
dance of
life,
where
we are
shining as
moonflowers,
forevermore

As I walk
upon the
pavements,
rain fills the
atmosphere
with endless
rivers, the
people I
pass
create
gardens
of words,
ages will
pass, and
you may
always
relive the
lost art of
conversation,
where two
souls can
become
one, lushly
grown from
the eternity of
beautiful minds,
I pause,
as a tear
within
the oceans
of eyes
In this
night,
lanterns
of paradise,
unaware
of their
own
beauty,
I close
my eyes,
wishing to
sleep
forever,
under the
waterfall
flowing
until the
end of
time,
the
milky
way
opens
from
this chest,
a lighthouse
spreading
endless
depth,
reaching
the hearts
of the
wounded,
I awaken,
and see
a reflection
within the
glass of
a secluded
home,
a man
falls to
the ground
with his
hands
upon the
earth,
his dew
Is mine,
her dew
Is mine,
their
dew
Is the
cries of
my soul,
and so,
I open
my hands,
and cradle
the warmth
of this love
as a birthplace
of healing,
the sun
dawns
upon the
golden
waters,
I enter
the train
with the
other
passengers,
waiting
upon the
journey
to return
home

I saw the
colossal
hearts
of this
world
destroyed
by chains,
falling down
their faces was
the residue of
their souls
as they
were watched
by cold eyes,
whose hearts
were so devoured
by the blizzard,
they could not
feel the flames
burning,
the light
of the
beautiful
ones
who broke
the chains,
and rose
as the
thousand
suns of
one

We walk
through
the night,
and spoke
of infinite
realities
and myself,
I thought of
how one
may speak
as the beholder
of their own sight,
and yet, what
can be may
also be what
it is not, how
I perceive the
coffee I hold
as differing
from the
view of my
companion
within our
conversation
in this metaphysical
moment of time,
we reached the shore,
and so together,
we stayed
by the ocean,
“how do you
see the blue
of the sea
as a way
of knowing
your heart?”
he asks,
the shore
becomes
the tides,
and I say,
“I see the
strokes of
white as
my own
thoughts
immortalized
through papers,
as waves,
they will
crash,
and I will
love and
live through
others,
as a rose
opening
it’s petals,
I will bloom
infinitely
through
the hearts
of those
I love, I will
sing for the
voiceless,
and create
a symphony
for the grieving,
so they shall
grow, reaching
to the beyond
as the flower
beyond the
barbed wires,
I am the
one who
dreams
forever
and soars
beyond the
clouds, to
the rainbow
skies, far
from the
cruelty
of the
world
coming
with their
swords
at my
white
wings,
I am
the one
who has
already
flown
to the
place
I call
home.”

Are you
the one
who has
come to
save me?
I must have
came upon
your kind
In a distant
past, I had
felt it as
a whisper
in the crowds,
has my heart
seen you
before my
eyes called
to my mind?
the simple
interface
of reason
is undermined
by wonder,
when I stood
in awe of
something
I could not
define,
when I
saw a
painting
mirroring
my soul
In the
depth
of your
clear eyes,
I saw the
beating
of my heart,
exploding
as a star
within your
arms,
I have
become the
carnations
blooming
within your
chest,
your
leaves,
are too
one with
mine,
the eternity
within our
chests is
the reason
for my
existence,
we are
chaotic,
imperfect,
shapeless
beings
coming
together
to form
something
perfect,
I remember
the day I
entered
the cafe,
and saw
you sitting
there,
perhaps,
as if we
were fated
by the lights
above for
our paths
to meet,
our gaze
was a soft
light of the
flower
meeting
the sun,
not knowing
they were
once in
love
before.

Amongst my
coffee & wander,
inner monologues
and soliloquy’s,
I have seen
endless words
unspoken
found in the
meeting of
of a man and
I, whom I say
to, come,
and let us
give our
tides,
I seek to
reveal
the hidden
wonders
of your
heart,
unsaid
in your
glory,
reveal the
severed
layers
of your
rose, the
tender
and gentle
grace of
your gaze,
with stories
of the sea
I shall be
one with,
If only,
you are
willing
to show
your song,
tell me,
of how you
bloom.

I just want
to see how
beautiful
you truly are,
far from what
you see you
see in the
mirror,
for now,
look away
from the
world,
our fingers
gently trace,
softly, the sun
paints light
upon your
golden skin,
hold me closer,
your sweater
Is softer than
cashmere,
and palms
caress
as the sun
rises from
the sea, and
all turns to
watercolor,
these eyes
are special
to me, as
they hold
the secrets
of your heart
I will hold
as it whispers,
"for you,
I am a soul
deeply
in love,
wishing
upon a star
among
thousands,
waiting for
your arms
to open my
petals,
I know what
those shining
eyes are hiding,
they are closely
holding a love
greater than
time, I have been
waiting for you,
I want you to know,
you are the
beautiful one
who will be the
sunshine to my
rain, the warmth
I seek to reside
In forever, and
the breathe
of the rose
I wish to
become".

Behold,
the paradise
beyond,
where you
see the
sun, and
It's light
only
reflects
the fairer
In radiance,
where
In the
deepest
silence,
As the
light
behind
a cloud,
you
rise to
the places
unseen

Be as the leaves
of one tree dappled
by shades of light
that are never
in the same
pattern, floating
as stardust or
leaves, dream
as a poet
and hear the
words of
small things
in existence,
they are ways
of home for
the lost one,
an elusive
dancer of
the infinite.

The gentle
creature was
lost in her
thoughts,
like clouds
on a starry
night, where
all the galaxies
shined for her,
the special
one who’s
light was
the brightest,
when she
cried, the
songs of
angels
healed her,
whenever
she felt
so alone,
their white
wings dress
her short
hair in
flowers of
carnations
and roses,
even though,
her beauty
was created
to be greater
than those
petals, for
they came
from her,
unaware
of how
radiant
she was,
In tears
she stayed,
until one
day, a bird
came by her
windowsill,
and sang
to her,
“you, the
fairest and
most delicate
one, came
to world
with your
wings of
white,
with the
purest
symphony
wrapped
safely in
the locket
of your
heart,
with time,
the darkness
of man haunted
your existence,
fear not, your
song will live
on forever
and more,
healing the
ones who
seek refuge
in love,
I shall fly
above,
though I
will never
be far, for
you are with
me everywhere
I soar, you are
the waves
of deeper
rising clouds,
where your
song returns
to your
embrace”,
she asks
the bird,
“will the song
heal their
suffering?”
the bird
replies,
“they shall
hear you
once they
awaken,
when the
time will
come,
when your
radiance
will be
revealed,
the flower
of you
will bloom
gardens
in their
chests”,
she then
replies
to the bird,
“as love
would
do”, the
room
fell in
silence
as the
trees,
in gentle
music, had
danced
with the
night wind,
the bird
then took
flight,
and she
heard these
words being
sung “you
have spoken
the truth, and
wisdom
shall light
your path
wherever
you may
sojourn,
my flower,
rise, and
guide the
dreamers!

I am the traveler
holding the
glow close,
the heart
is a lantern,
the light
through the
crevices
of my soul,  
it’s home
was once the
constellations,
and through
the white
petals, I
became
it, and
journey
to seek
the ones
to hold it
with me.

The
skies
whispered
to her,
“I wish
for someone
to feel the
warmth of
your presence,
the blessing
of your
existence
as you
hold hands
In softer
warmth,
I pray
the beauty
of your
delicate
heart
will be
protected,
for you
to forever
love books,
art and
symphonies,
I hope you
will always
keep your
head full
of dreams
as you
become
lost in the
clouds
and starry
nights,
I will write
poetry of
how he
will softly
kiss your
neck and
hold you
close,
and love
all of what
you cannot
see, the
petals
revealed
only to his
heart,
It's music
sings of
of everything
and all for
only one,
the wonder
of your
pretty
smile,
your
laugh
reminiscent
of tinkling
fairies
dancing
In the
night,
when
you will
go to sleep,
as you tuck
yourself
Into your
pillow, he
will kiss
your cheek
before you
sleep,
as you
close your
eyes,
and drift
Into the
stars,
where
you will
dance
In the
moonlight,
remember
to always
keep your
sense of
wonder,
and never
lose the
daydream
In your
eyes,
as you
make waves
in the foam of
your coffee
and see a
white balloon
floating in
the sea of
my clouds,
I know
you will
always
love visiting
those cafes,
and writing
In your
brown
leather
notebook,
seeing
the unfelt
beauty,
roaming
through
photos,
memories
and the
feeling
every
breath
you
share
with
him,
I wish for
you to
open
yourself,
I know,
you
struggle
to reveal
what
you hold
deep in your
heart, for it is
the ones
who struggle
to reveal their
words are
the ones
with the
deepest
emotions,
you were
once the
fractured
rose, with
petals heavy
with falling
tears,
veiled by
the blankets
of silken pain,
and how
beautifully
you revealed
your light
from the
darkness,
the greatest
suffering
allows the
coming of
spring,
your petals
will rise
to the moon
once more,
for you
are the
angelic
one,
the one
who is
worthy
of being
loved.”

Water, as
moving
silk upon
my mind,
is the
endless
river I float
upon in
my small
wooden
boat, I
remember
the flowers
dancing
to the
song
of mine
alone,
I only
wish
to soar
amongst
them
with my
bare feet,
and forget
how I was
once the
one who
fell to
tears
alone,
I sought
to dream,
and still,
I shall,
I row my
boat, & the
milky waves
of the dark,
in their
serenity,
return the
memory
of being
under wool
blankets,
being under
the music of
the moonlit
rain outside,
still warm from
chamomile
tea, as the
gentler
summer
wind
allowing  
my hair to
roam in the
wheatgrass
fields of
memories,
as slivers of
light in the
stream of
consciousness,
painted thoughts
shifting as clouds,
I yearn to hold
those embraces
of solace, I roam
forever in the night
sea, I rested my eyes,
when I was once
in your arms,
seeking to
return
home.

I had seen a painting, entitled,
“The Portrait Of A Poet”, it was
perfect in its beauty, and yet
still, the viewer had not known
the secrets it held, the thorns
encasing the roses in the
garden surrounding her,
the book she held with
her heart’s song, the
symphony she veiled
In the sea of eyes
flowing from her
feet with faces
of a blank canvas,
seeking the color
of love, when they
gazed upon the
painting, they
did not see in
her eyes, the
one who saw
the beauty and
light in everything
within the greatest
suffering, they
looked past the
bird with the
shining wings
who lived in the
cage, she was
unaware of
her luminous
features as
her colors
were painted,
for the truth
of her lies
within the
flower of
purity,
touched
by the
moonlight,
she sits with her
demure hands
rested, gentle
and soft with
the gaze of
reverie, the
dreamer with
the heart
of the ocean,
opening her
embrace,
she seeks
nothing and
receives all,
the woman
with a soft
fringe
touching
her temple
once stroked
with her slender
fingers the
pages unseen
within the
books of
her enamor,
she was
enchanted
by fairytales,
and captivated
by the magic
unnoticed by
the ones who
possess them,
as they spoke
in cafes and
kissed within
the homes of
wondrous,
hidden places,
she saw the
rising stars
as he whispered,
“I love you”,
the man who
loved her
and longed
for her roses,
as he gazed
upon her
portrait,
as he
opened
as the
doors,
and they
sighed
in the union
of the swan
and the lover.

The porcelain
wind of the
moon lifts
it’s wings
of mine
to see
the clouds,
deserts and
dreams of
reality as
one, the
endless
stories of
the green
and golden
fields of
painted
starlight,
the breath
of unspoken
songs in the
conversation
of eyes, too
aerial to be
held, as the
rising, gentle
wind through
the leaves,
and the hair
of lovers in
discovery
of forests
touched
with mist,
rising above
the mountains,
falling as the
song of rain,
they are
rain dancers
who see poetry
as all, and all
is water

Before,
I had
only
known
flaws
alone,
unaware
of the
clean,
aerial
grace
hidden
from
my
eyes,
I wore
these
blindfolds
within
the veiled
petals,
a voice
whispered,
“open your
heart”,
the words
came to me
In a dream,
I opened the
pages, and
began to
write every
little note
of my
memories
when
people
spoke of
softness
to me,
as the
rising
sun
of the
ocean,
the flower
of unseen
beauty
slowly
began
to open,
a man
emerges
from the
desert,
seeking
the ocean
of love,
I, the woman
appear to him
In a vision,
"you seek
the rain
and the
rain seeks
you",
the desert
parted
the depths
of the mist
whispering,
“why do
you wait,
and see
yourself
through
a eyehole,
when you
are the
thousands
of falling
stars
beyond?"
the petals
fall from
the heavens,
my hands
let the
pages close,
I am the artist,
and my heart
is a canvas
where I
paint the
masterpiece
of love

What lies
beyond the
mist, the
reflecting
ocean of
my being,
wandering
Into the
endless,
eternal fields
of the moon,
before,
I once saw
you here
In the darkness,
I heard you
ask yourself,
why am I worthy?
as a light shines
where your heart
Is, you ask yourself,  
why do I not feel
whole? I touch
your chest
with my hands,
you will
soon see,
within
you holds
everything and
the all,
the power
of love.

If only,
by destiny,
I would
someday
find the
one,
who is
special
and sweet,
he will
give me
cuddles
and bring
me warm
soup when
I am feeling
tired, to place
his cheek
gently
next to
my tear
when I
am sad,
our hands
touching
as I feel
his warm
breathe as
a comfort
of home,
he will hold
my hands
as we walk
under the
moonlight,
the waves
touching our
bare feet as
we have the
deeper
conversations
about the
simpler
things,
as we
hold our
coffee by
the sea,
as the
seagulls
float
across
the sea,
under
the lullaby
of the night,
we walk to
our home,
and rest
peacefully
among the
lights
entering
their shining
lives above,
we would
close our
eyes and
become
angels
as we
stroke
each
other’s
hair,
our cats
warming
themselves
at our feet,
the soft
tumbling
of thick
wool
socks
on the
floor, the
opening
of books
and the
rising
of tea,
days and
seasons
spent in
the company
of flowers
until they
grow old,
and we
become
together
In spirit,
and then,
they will
be reborn
again, for
love lives on,
evermore.

The writer
is a painter
of words,
colors run
through the
ink of a pen,
within the
earthen
vessel
is the
unspoken
within,
it is as
the people
who are
in wander
on streets,
voices in
the shape
of water,
love
itself.

You


A leaf
sings
it’s own
tale for
you, in
symphony
with the
delicate
branches
of your veins,
as you lie
there and
hear the
music you
once had
sought to
hide, you
wished to
write about
it, rather,
you closed
your eyes,
for the ones,
as you, who
struggled to
reveal their
words are
the ones
with the
deepest
wells of
feeling,
you, who
was once
amongst
those in the
sea of nothing,
sung your
song and
found a drop
akin to their
own, and so,
you and them
were no longer
a blur.

A human
has many
petals of
faces,
when
in love,
there is
only one
face, in
the center
of the flower,
once it is accepted
by another,  
love is found

Amongst
tresses
of velvet
night upon
the moon
river, she
felt the
echoes
of her
tracing
her fingers
upon the
silvery
water, the
fairy with dark
eyes as bright
as stars
and a heart
purer than
the first
snowfall,
the voice
of her song
glides through
the clear
waters,
and high
into the
wind, letting
the leaves
dance to
her melody,
ethereal is
her barefoot
step through
the mist
shrouded
forest, her
companions
the fawn
and the
birds,
in peace
they lived,
until, a
traveler
arrived,
enchanted
by the soft,
honey breath
of her symphony,
in harmony
they were,
the strums
of his lute
shared with
her voice,
until time
had passed
for the mortal
traveler, and
he left the
forest, the
animals were
saddened
by his leaving,
the fairy flew
to the branch
they sat upon
neighboring
the celestials,
and found a
strand of
silver blonde
hair, it a memory
of her lover,
she returned
to the animals
and had hidden
it within the
earth, which
slept until
the golden
light came
upon there,
and, with
the sun
and the
fairy’s
tears from
her heart, it
was born,
the flower of
Galanthus.

If I only
had one
sliver
In the
heart
of time,
I would
return
to the
most
beautiful
moment of
serendipity,
when I had
met him by
chance,
and we
spoke of
how the
eyes were
the windows
to the soul,
I saw through
his, as he
within mine,
unveiling
the robes of
angels of light,
deeper still,
we were
Immersed
In a language
secret
to our own,
the waves
rolled over,
reality, the
mist of
our teas,
and the
soft clouds
of the sky
all faded
to become
the whispers
of our universe

I’d rather
not leave
the gentlest
touch of
my bed,
for I have
found a
home
within
the beauty
of silence,
everyone
whom has
passed in
my life,
their words
float in the air,
feather light
and softer than
the cloud of
my pillow,
I wish to stay
here, with
a cup of
honeyed
milk, and
drown in
the thought
of you.

I am the outsider,
I live a different life,
they call me
the strange one,
speaking among
themselves, asking
why am I different,
I do not hold
the past,
I glide upon
another wave, the
people I thought
I knew soon walked
past, as the seasons
become endless,
yet the gold
within stays.

Hold me
close and
tuck me
Into bed
when I
am tired
and my
eyes are
heavy
with
sorrow,
heal
our
souls
as we
wrap
each
other
warm
In a blue
blanket
and watch
the rain,
drinking
tea and
lost in
falling
stars,
we are
all strangers
until we open
our hearts to
love, fated
silhouettes
become
one dream
come alive,
for you
are not
beside,
but rather
within
me

I miss the
memories
when little
things made
me happy,
why? I am
beginning
to forget
beauty,
from
now
on,
I will
take a
pause
and
remember
what I
love,
moonlight
and cats,
tea,
palettes
and
diaries,
moments
of gentle
kisses
and roses,
I want to
tell you,
do you
ever
know the
feeling
when
you find
a painting
In a gallery
and your
eyes hold
dear this
small
universe,
where
you are
left to feel
this sense
of being
lost,
a being
dismembered
in an ocean
of wonder,
I feel as
If though
I tire of
societal
conventions
on how to
create
conversation
with people,
anyway,
I am so
lost in my
thoughts,
the world
I paint
becomes
a part
of greater
ones in
the tides
of my mind,
while my
surroundings
are calm,
even though
I see people
walking past,
then again,
isn’t silence
a way of
music?
I believe,
you should
embrace
something
that is far
from the
expressions
you have
known,
the chaos
of lips
flurrying
end zone
sentences,
we should
break the
period
and begin
with a
blank
canvas,
color the
beautiful
something
that is you,
I want to
throw away
unrealistic
ways of
how
people
should
look,
does
a white
heron
ask for
smaller
wings?
I wish
to fly
and
reach
the skies
of a milky
heaven
of clouds,
oh, the
places
I can soar
to in the
highest
mountains
of my
dreams,
perhaps,
I will hope
to find
you, and
we will
share the
company
we love
dearly as
ourselves,
‪for the ones ‬
‪who love you‬
‪unconditionally, ‬
‪the ones who ‬
‪will pray for you‬
‪and the ones ‬
‪that allow ‬
‪their hearts ‬
‪to unconsciously ‬
‪whisper your name, ‬
‪these are the ones ‬
‪to keep, for they see ‬
‪themselves in your eyes,‬
‪we hold the stars,‬
‪wider than the night,‬
‪In the evermore of us, ‬
‪I wonder, will the ‬
‪most beautiful ‬
‪moment in life last ‬
‪forever? the heart,‬
‪lost in reverie, ‬
‪says, “yes”. ‬

Plant
a seed
In the soil,
the seed
will grow
to have a
thousand
leaves,
once
you give a
little gift,
you never
know how
your gift
can plant
a tree
within
someone's
heart

I once met
a man
who was
reading
a book
before we
parted ways
and I said to
him before I left,
“I understand
what’s it like
to be immersed
in a book”, and
he said, “yes,
you more anyone
else” and so, I left
with a content heart,
forever in the memory
of the conversation,
where we were in
the deep ocean
of words, before
the wind came,
and we returned
to the shore, as
humans
once more.

Hear my story,
for my wealth
means nothing
when I cannot share
my heart, let us sit
together as I open the
scars, revealing the raw,
beating human, hear the
rush of my blood, echoing
the unheard cries of the
the wounded and the poor,
rushing through yours, I will
widen this heart only when you
wish to open your eyes, I speak the
truth, stranger, but when you hear
my words, you shall not find any
strangeness, for we are of the same
liquid spirit, take my hand, as we collide,
snapped loose of mortality,
we are regenerated, ultimate,
Infinite, a blend of creation,
we collide with the earth
aligning to form
a world of one

The
seagulls
flying
above,
I become
as them,
being at peace
with the sea,
expecting none,
receiving all

Look very closely,
once you see it,
you will sense the
magic of the mist rising
from the tea, as a
wandering
ocean of spirit
dissolves
from the body
In meditation.

The boy
fell to
his knees
upon the
rain-filled
streets,
covered
by the
grayer
clouds
that befell
the dew of
his soul,
seeking for
someone to
listen to him,
he longed
for a sliver
of light,
"how will
I be healed?"
he asked,
the angel
said to him,
"open
your
heart,
see how
the deeper
symphony
you have
been longing
for, is within
the lanterns of
your eyes,
revealing
the universe
guiding
you to
the home
of the one
you love"
and so,
the boy
drove
on his
bicycle,
the doors
opened,
and he
ran to
the
golden
warmth
of his
mother's
arms,
together,
they
became
one heart,
gently
beating
as a
star
In the
night
sky,
glowing
forever.

I hold
your
hands
and tell
you these
words,
“surrender,
beautiful
one, for
you are
never
alone”.
the time
shifts back,
In tears,
you say,
"I am afraid
to be loved
for who I
truly am,
If the world
sees the truth,
I shall be
deserted,
who will
love me?
who can
see the
true colors
of this heart
I veil in my
chest, in fear
I shall be
hurt?
I am
wounded,
and far
from truth,
and so,
here I stand,
defenseless."

I had felt
a presence
as I walked
along the
shore, I turn
to see, and
the ocean
of my
soul
parts
before
you

Find a special someone
and tell them something
beautiful about themselves
when they were unaware
of it, let go of what is in
your hands and go
warm a heart, who
cares what they
think, speak
from the truth
of you, allow
the words
to unravel,
the unseen
shall come
to appear,
as a star
they did
not expect
to see shining
as so luminous,
carry them within
you, hold them
safe from the
waves crashing
into their tears,
heal them,
and allow
them to
see, how
they are
far from
who they
were,
before,
they
became
your
eyes