when eventually I come to pass
I pray that they rip me from limb to limb
such as a flower sheds its petals
and that I may be more beautiful in death
than I ever was in life

for we only see the vibrant rose
in the fading colours of having been plucked

Nymphs clothed in white dance out of porcelain walls.
Swirling earth lies below their light feet,
Trying to woo them with perfumed kisses.
The vapors cannot see what love lies below.
I stir the waters with my condolences.

I know the stars by their names,
Aldebaran, Altair,
And I know the path they take
Up heaven’s broad blue stair.

I know the secrets of men
By the look of their eyes,
Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts
Have made me sad and wise.

But your eyes are dark to me
Though they seem to call and call —
I cannot tell if you love me
Or do not love me at all.

I know many things,
But the years come and go,
I shall die not knowing
The thing I long to know.

Maybe we're all just specks of dust
Lying on an old dresser
Waiting for someone to open a window
For someone to shake a bedsheet
And throw us into the air
To get our few seconds of spotlight

We rise, glinting in the sunlight's beam,
A constellation in a forgotten room,
Dancing to the rhythm of a careless breeze,
Free, if only for a fleeting moment.

Perhaps we settle back too soon,
Clinging to surfaces that never knew us,
But for that brief ascent, we were stars—
A story, if only in the eyes of light.

And maybe that’s enough:
To shimmer, instantaneously,
to let the world carry us
where it wills,
Knowing even dust
Has its time to shine.

I rarely talked about love
Because the word "love" in a sentence is really sentencing by itself.

The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night