Harvesting all the blooms
the cherry red dahlias and sunlit marigolds and buds with hues of ambient mornings thinking of how it feels to touch the sunrise and upholster the wind to this couch
where a turbulent heart rate tends to rest

wondering if in all the laughter and friendship and years and years
of things to talk about, to hold onto
to catch distances in my hands
and rest them on my palms
with all the wonderful things you will do

I work in my garden growing mornings
ones I pray will bring upon a rain
that will shower on the places
where you happen to be
that will sink into your grounds
and give you everything you need
To flourish

Growing pains,
It hurts when your bones break the tethers
And you float above oblivion
only to see yesterday smiling back at you
holding out bandages
to wrap your open wounds,
and send you off to tomorrow,
toward a monument of obstacles
you forgot you had already crossed

To be empowered is to be proud
To be proud is to be hopeful
And to be hopeful you must fear
Because to fear is to be human
And be human you must withdraw
And to withdraw you must have a soul
And to have a soul you must be alive
And to be alive you must have a heart
And to have a heart you must let them go
And to let go is to be empowered

I found that the cracks in my skin began to heal whenever the moonlight lingered by my window,
during the nights when I let the wind bring in its cooling remedies.

I would sit still, lost in my head,  
With a storm brewing in my swollen heart,
Ruminating as I opened my eyes,  
And I watched the dainty fabric of my curtains as they danced with the cold breeze.
Slowly sunlight leaked into the sky as birds sang their delicate songs,

And I found my restlessness fast asleep on my palms.
For a moment, time was standing still and I was...

healing.

Healing wounds
leave behind threaded words
as written declarations  
of all that you have survived
and I leave them here
for you

She was a forgiver
And he was a river
Where all her tears ran free
From his lies they came to be
And he held his hands out to the sea
And begged for forgiveness
But she was a lover
Who couldn't really see
The life that he left her
Was burdened with his mess
And she would clean it
With the water of her tears
She would sweep it with her cries
But to him it was all a show it was all lies
Cause he knew a forgiver never cries
Instead she always dies
Inside.

In the context of things unknown
the leaves have fallen far into these doubts roads I travelled on summer's humid days now pinpricked with touches of gold
wheels blast past,
and the remnants of this past year rustle, there is a mystery in the coolness of this air will winter be one we can still bear?

In the context of things known,
I leave memories of all our growth
under the shade of baring branches
as days go by,
they'll be buried under the delicacies of fall until next year,
when the burden of the snow
has shifted their weight
I'll be back to bury more

Do you watch the sky
The way I
Watch memories rewind
And sink your hand
Into pools of midnight sea
Searching for wet sand
Rocks and seashells
To build a clock tower
On the edge of this receding shore
That rests half in my heart
And half in yours
And gaze for dawn
While swimming in these
Pools of sapphire blue
dreams?

You stole my fears
crushed their petals
to make a paint
that you use
to wash over this blank canvas
that is me,
when I am too afraid
too pensive
you surrender
to my hopeless hands
holding them in your palms of sand
brushing the tears
from tomorrow
onto this blank canvas
that is me.

Let's lay in the grass
And think about spring
Think about dandelions
When they still look like the sun
Let's laugh like when we were silent
Fill in the voids of winter
With senseless chatter
Let's talk about feelings
And push away barricades
Let's put down our weapons
And roll down this hill
Let's put this fading
Friendship
Back into the stormy grey
And let it
Rejuvenate
With the tears
That were shed
As We
Reunited

Somewhere in the sea of turquoise
I was lost in a boat made of my dreams
If you ever wanted to find me
Then I’d be hiding in the hollow shadows of the free

I’d be in the smile of a survivor
The tears of a lover
The hopes of a dreamer
Maybe even in the lies of a believer

Somewhere by the rattling earth
Or floating in the seven seas
But I’ll be where love goes
When you’ll be looking for me

So if you ever try to find me
I’ll be in the places you’ll never see
The places where your eyes will miss
But your heart will be set free

I’ll be in your laugh
Or maybe in your dreams
Where ever I am just know
Somewhere in the hollow shadows
I’m waiting to be seen

There is peace, it resides in the shallow breaths of your words.
I feel at ease, like I’m under a roof of stars
holding back the past.
Hand in hand, your fingers interlaced with mine
Moments are fragments of a photograph from another time.
And although we’re lost somewhere across the sea.
I can’t help but feel like it’s all meant to be
I’m home, where I belong,
and time? It has nothing on me.

They told of a place where streets didn't collide
They spoke of a town where visions compromised
Beyond the outskirts
Beyond my taste
It's places like this
That give me reasons to roam
It's times like then I don't wanna go home

You sit here on this night, reclining on the moon,  
Sleep inhabiting your eyes but your stubborn heart still beats the rhythm of a thousand days of recollection,
You dwell on the remnants of departed mornings still beaded onto this horizon line,
Dipping your feet into the sunrise, embracing the coolness of the morning wind,
Nothing stands between you and reality;
Flesh is fleeting, it is memories that house the graves of love.
So, you pick flowers to pay your respect, leaving the stagnant solace of this momentary life behind

You anxiously anticipate evening restlessness
feeling the pain of resilience deep in your bones
but dying fires from the sunset sky cool your eyes
and a horizon line is sewn into your heart
where blazing sunset colours go to rest
after evening blues wash the sky
and leave behind droplets of stars
you fall asleep - dreaming of hope

for all the faith I have in humanity
Maybe a starved child could come by
With just a nickel

Like milk, your soul
pours into the hearts around you,
and your memory leaves remnants
of honey on their tongues.  

Yet you do not know.

Somewhere in a dream,
you soak your heart in a basin of damp earth
and from it comes seeping out, the colour of your skin
the voices of your loved ones
cover you in blankets of layered melancholy
deep within your veins
flows a network of love that drains into
that heart of yours now buried
under rich soil, fertilized with hope
and from it, a seedling of identity grows

The way in which we cower away
From desolate words
Yet we dream of bottling them up
To wear as perfume
We carry with us to ports and piers
Where the wind and water waltz
And take our hands in a line dance
Where fire can never touch the surface
So, it lives deep in our hearts
These are the ways I dream of our
unconventional circumstances
Wishing them into happenstances
That could possibly bloom into purposeful love

but I fix clocks, and no matter how hard I try,
I can't change time


...Don't forgive me, just don't forget me...

You taught me how to grow.
Your battles are carved into my blood vessels,
And I will carry them with me,

As reminders of patience and faith.

Kites fly
when the wind carrying your words
Touches them,
And with them they take the dreams
that align
the stars in your eyes.


Whenever you speak of the things,
you wish to do

I like to dream in puzzles,
And finish them on the bus.
With my head against the window,
Thinking of dreamt up love.
I like to dance to music,
but only in my head.
Sometimes I’ll talk to people,
but I always take back what I said.
I like to tell stories, only to myself.
I like to be with people,
but talking isn’t my thing.
I hate it when I’m lonely,
but I’m better when It’s just me.

I hide my fears behind thick walls,
Never letting you witness what it takes
For me to crack on the surface
And start to break

I fill myself with dreams I can’t hold
Cover my hands with words I don’t know
And hope that you can read into my soul
Searching for all my broken seams to sew

I can’t thank you enough for all that I am
You took me to the water, hand in hand
You ran your fingers along the kites
The ones with our names written on the lines

Now you have all the cuts on your hand
Yet a smile that never escapes your eyes
You’ve stolen every second I lost  
And gave me back my receding time

She drew on her hands
Pictures I didn't understand
She wrote on her hands
Pieces that didn't make sense
But to her, skin was her canvas
Her ink flowed better
Then ever on paper
She put her thoughts on her hand
Yet I never understand

In time,
The swollen heart
Becomes a symbol
Of crossing borders

And when you find the unspoken words
Of your sleepless soul
You’ve found the bordering nation of freedom
That when met against your dreams
Melts into your boundaries
And two become one

And in time,
Your past fades into the seams
Of your reckless ambitions
And your blood pours down towards
your ankles
Preparing you to kick off your feet
And fly towards a future

Where you are found to be free
From your own shackles
and someday you’ll smile
As you look back at what you’ve left behind

And you’ll find
That in time,
You’ll be free from your fears

I can see that your feet ache
I can see it in the wrinkles by your eyes
You’ve walked treacherous miles
Overcome a thousand storms
But you still wear the same smile
The one talked about in stories
The one that sneaks up on you
Whenever your reminiscing on your childhood
I can see your hands shake
Whenever you try to be strong
Whenever your shoulders stand tall
Like mountain peaks waiting to be climbed
But you still always laugh
One that rings in my ear
Like symphonies and harmonies
That make me feel like a maestro

I can see that you’re tired
But you still appear so alive
You never let brightness disappear from your eyes
I can see that you’re hurting
You show me how strong you are
But you’ll never end this lie
...
I can see that you’re resting
You’ve said your last goodbyes
And now you leave a legacy behind
One that flows in my blood
Whilst yours runs dry
And I hold it to my chest
With every adversity I face
I remember your stubbornness
And all I can do is smile

I think, those wrinkles on your face
The ones you want to erase
The ones that appear with every laugh
Are waiting to be shaped
Into musical notes
That form the melody
Of the sound of healing

From the moon,
comes a letter of reconciliation,
an apology carried with the tide.
Written in an ink infused with hope,

to be read on those restless nights.

I didn’t know how Infectious a smile could be,
Not until I saw the wrinkles on your cheeks curve into thick lines
Like the cursive ink flowing from a lovers pen.
The corners of your mouth began to rise like the morning sun,
your eyes reflecting the stars hidden behind a blue sky.
Your joy found it’s way to me somehow,
right when I thought it was impossible to forget my headaches.
Your light transformed me into a city scape.
All was forgotten for a few seconds,
As I admired your laughter from afar.
All was remembered when your eyes started glittering,
And my heart came back to life.
You were there, clothed in your sorrow,
Yet dancing hand in hand with happiness
Forgetting time, coming alive, and full of joy

How are you?
Are you lost somewhere in the valley,
walking down endless roads?
Are you falling in love whenever you meet a kindred soul?
I heard that time has caught up to your ways,
And now you’re chasing stars to have another say,
But I can’t help but feel like you needed to be saved.
So now I’m here searching along the path where your footsteps are placed,
Wondering why I’m chasing after a lost case,
But when I look at my hands, I remember the wrinkles on your thumb,
I see your soul searching for someone to love,
I remember that we’re reflections of each others hopeless dreams,
Now I know that you’re looking for someone like me,
But you’re too far gone into the future
And I’m just your past,
turn around and you’ll find me, where you left me last.

She glides past vendors of fried food as her bare feet skid across the muddy gravel. The pain of the gliding thread left behind with her shoes. A toothy grin and a joyous laugh switch phases like a sound wave as her eyes follow the kite carrying all her dreams.

Beyond the rolling hills,
A shy horizon awaits coloured in a savoury Himalayan pink
And you stand on the peak of a mountain
Practicing your introduction for when you meet destiny for the first time
The hairs on the back of your neck rise
Whenever you find yourself thinking about time
And memories fly around you, drawing their reflections into the irises of your eyes
Hand in hand with tomorrow you walk towards a new sky
A single cloud hovers over you, bringing with it a rainfall
To nurture the seeds of dreams you have yet to meet
And soon enough you’re gone as you fade into the haze,
running towards a melancholic cry with the future by your side
To meet destiny at the horizon line

light the sky
with my stars
that i made myself.
we can stand
hand in hand
looking at the navy clouds.
breathing air
for both of us
let the fire fade,
like our tears.
we can watch these beauties glow.
light the air
with my heart
because you and I
we are lanterns
we are stars.

The brilliance of a clouded morning
is often overlooked in memory of the sun
I have been twirling these thoughts
between my fingers for far too long
yearning to reach out through broken windows
to immerse my hand in a dense morning fog
not knowing what will find them
and to take this ache in my bones
that tends to follow me home
rinse it under the falling rain
waiting for the sun, waiting for a new day
until morning comes in a quiet dream
and I wring out these bones
and yesterday's clothes
throwing them into laundry baskets
woven from this tired soul
and taking it all out to dry

They live a life like ours
But they leave in the dark
They accent the beauty of flowers
They blow away to make their mark

In the cold days they leave the trees
Standing in the ice all bare
Wishing for a blanket of leaves
But life can only be fair

As they fly away to the sounds of the winds
Their call to make
And many die day by day
By the end they will break

And these leaves they breath
And there souls will flee
The branches they have freed
These leaves are me.

Braid the rain into my hair
and let the clouds stitch these wounds
as I lay under this canopy of gray
Writing stories about nonsensical things
maybe you can find something of substance
from my exchanges with the moon

and if the stories are too hidden for you
look deep into the shadow
cast by my drooping eyelids
somewhere in the exhaustion
are secrets I have left for you

I found all your written letters,
The ones coloured with flowing ink.
Creating abstract memories on paper,
Sewing together every bone in body,
and weaving together fragments of forgotten seconds.
Wherever you were, I found your ink traced flowers,
Preserved within pages of foreign stories,
Resembling the token of lost time,
Covered in graphite that has travelled seas,
Oceans made of everlasting memories.
And with every word I read,
I set a dozen flowers free.
The ones traced in scribbled ink,
And watch them as they aged.
Hoping if I let them go, I would find something new,
And that time would set you free, every time your words reached me.

Turning pages, fast asleep
I dreamt of waking
and just letting things be
while threading this 5:00 am sun
between my fingers
braiding the rays into tethers
that hold onto yesterday
and today, without alteration

What a story it would read

Remember when we’d stare at the raining skies?
I remember how they would create collages on pebbles,  
And bring colour to your eyes
But they’ve been dull lately
And you reassure me as always
That you’re still warming up to the cold nights
Yet your heart is aching
You feel like you’re always trembling
Have you lost your purpose?
Or are you questioning your worth?
I’ve told you a thousand times to keep running,
But you always land in the dirt
I don’t think any words could lift you
Your wings are fading
You’re tired of fighting
You feel like you’re always lying


But if your soul needs igniting
Then I’ll tell you what,
You have a spark in your eyes
And it’s at your disposal...

Why is it that disappointment plays as motivation,
Why is it that happiness requires creation?
Why is it that a world so fare could be so dark?
Why is it that we can read something so small such as a pen mark?

How do we remember our goodbyes even before our hellos?
How do we write complexity into a prose?
How could I write something so foreign yet so clear?
How could you ever be sure that there will be answers you'll hear?

To witness the subtlety of change
in all things that breathe

To grow in this new delicate rain
and spring's easy breeze

To be the colour of water
when it's finally set free

When did grey skies become more welcoming?
When did cold breeze wrap the city in warmth?
When did gloomy nights turn into endless laughter?
When we came together again without a reason or excuse,
Every rainy day was more beautiful than blue skies
As we all sat inside telling stories and remembering old times.
And I watched from the staircase
As I was too young to understand,
And to me it was nothing, that we were all together again.
But now that I sit here older, with life lessons under my hat
I yearn for those days when the rain had kept us in.
For a drought has taken over our history and every excuse is like the scorching sun
And now I sit on the staircase thinking of those times once again,
When it was nothing to me that we were laughing
And now it was worth more than any prize.

I swear I have lost it,
I called out for help
Not a soul to here my cries,
Not a voice to stop my goodbyes,
I swear I'll lose it
If you forget me too

You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland

There was nothing between my senses,
Not a touch of conscience or rebellion,
I felt the quiet whispers of insanity surround me,
With a burden of wishes trying to flee,
My mind was Troubled by a lovers key,
Slowly ignited with one who can see ,
After all I've lost all sense of humanity,
I've forgotten feeling, hearing, seeing but mainly I've forgotten how to believe,
I've lost all my senses to insanity,
Trying to fly away from troubled unspoken symphonies,
Like flying  birds, I wish to flee,
I've lost all my senses trying to be,
One who was sane
And one who could see,
I brought down barriers of prosperity,
Trying seek flying birds as they flee the cold of the melting north,
After all I've lost all my senses to irony

Your strokes they were just so truthless
Your colours they made me ruthless
Made me stand and stare at my reflection
You told me my eyes were just perfection
You let me finish dreaming
But it turns I was hopeless
You painted my picture
Never let me see the truth
Of what canvas holds
And when you hung it up in my heart
I never felt so cheated
Those eyes you tried to perfect
They weren't  mine
Those lips, rose and red
They never lived
Your black frame lied like like a raven
Showed me a picture I never was in

Dust settles between this continental divide
I, on one end, a fleeting candle wick
Burning slowly, hopelessly against this cold
And time, like fallen clouds,
Does everything to hide the sun.

I practice dancing to sounds of silence
Distances become all too familiar
and like melted wax, I fall to the floor

hoping that before you walk away
you will break this barricade of silence
that time has built around us

Maybe someday I could breathe
Maybe someday I could see
Maybe someday I could feel
Maybe someday I could heal
Maybe someday I might wake up
Maybe that day I might just learn
Maybe I'll know why the sky was blue
Or maybe I'll know why I loved you

I wandered...
Across an open field
And felt the waves of sea breeze
I tasted the salted waters
As drops landed on my face
I wondered...
Whether home was a mistake
I thought about the people
The graves and faces I left behind
Not thinking that I was home
All along
I waited...
For a distant train
Or a letter of reconciliation
Maybe even a voice calling out my name
Or a ticket of desperation
A message begging for my return
To a shallow place
And I wrote...
Back to nothingness,
That I was home,
By a deep sea,
A vast field of my memories

With an overcast sky, summer warns us
the moon stops by for a brief conversation
before taking its leave, replaced by the sun
I stitch together sheep counts, Z's, and dreams
but these days drag into my subconscious
and streams of melancholy drain into one

You shake your head, watching me
it seems I have mistaken midnight gloom
for rain clouds and thunderstorm doom
Summer's warnings, now clear as day,
everything they were meant to say
I tend to overthink and underthink everything we are

When winter comes,
with endless hours of midnight
maybe then, I will have enough time
to consolidate what we are destined to be
unmistakably