She dances in the roses
feels him in the air,
he gives her all she needs
for his love is always there.

It surrounds her like the scent
of the beautiful rose she wears,
he always hold her close to him
so she always knows he cares.

She won’t ever let go
she promised him that,
for the trust she has in him
is a trust that will always last.

He’s her dream
that beautifully came true,
now they dance in moonbeams
as their rose scent dreams come true.

There comes that moment of sudden awareness
When you raise your head and see the bigger picture
See the links between everything in your life
And make the connection that makes the most sense to you

My connection will be different to yours
Some will see undeniable proof that the Earth is flat.
Others will see a plan of salvation lay out for them.

It does not matter about absolute Truths.
Chasing such is absurd
Because if no one can see it
Nor perceive it
Then does it really exist?
All people see are their own truths instead
Ascribing meaning to the Chaos

That's the 'real connection between us all
The interconnectness of all things lay in the connections we all make
We are all bending reality ever so slightly to fit the narrative we have crafted for ourselves
Telling ourselves stories to make sense of everything - and we all have stories

I will not seek solutions by a judicious study of the discernable reality, looking for The Truth.
I will act and create my own reality
Until eventually, everything connects.

Our recent conversation
Swelled my heart with solace
I needed to talk
So the crackling silence of the night
Amplified by the relentless pulsating of the clock
Wouldn't keep me awake
Even though you didn't utter a single word
I felt content in believing
That you were indeed listening
With a ferocious attention
And an ardent curiosity
that furnished me with ample strength
To keep going
Without gasping for breath
Or clearing my throat
I drenched the moonlit air between us
With infinite words
divulged my heartfelt thoughts
And deep accumulated emotions
Making sure that you heard every one of them
Cause you understand me like no one else
Until the layers of ephemeral night
Receded and waned your glistening silhoute
I never stopped to hear your imperceptible replies
It was only when a gilded light
Warmed my skin and hugged me tight
I realized you were nowhere in sight
Perhaps you had gone to your home
But I forgot to tell you
I will be waiting eagerly
To talk to you again tonight

Even the most delectable elixir
Cannot wash this dismal taste
Of a profound yet nameless yearning
That appears to have immobilized
Every flavorful sensation in my mouth
Even the most euphoric scent
Seems to drown
in this overwhelmingly pungent smell
Of a wistful nostalgia
That appears to have sedated
The stimulus of every other olfactory receptors
In my brain
Even the most resplendent
Scintillating and ineffably radiant dawn
Fails to diminish the melancholic darkness
Which perpetually shrouds my heart

Will you catch me
when I fall
Like a dried autumn leaf
Will you soothe me like a mellow breeze
when I burn
Like searing hot bricks
Will you color my pallid skies
When my vision is blurred
with leaden gray clouds
Will you shine like the crepescular light
When my thoughts drown
In the dark horizon
Filled with melancholic void
Will you try to be the reason
That would curl my lips in a smile
Whenever I struggle
To see through misty eyes

i was holding the rifle
the way i was holding your hands ,

and they were still hot —  

so hot that
now
we are calloused ,
-
love beat me
and then i beat you —

our
hands were burned together .
.
but you smiled ,
                           and
i was the one who cried
                                         instead.

one day, someone will kiss
my scars .

someone should kiss yours, too.

the recoil will always sting ,
and i will always
bruise.
.

i want to be loved so bad--

but when does the
future become the present,

and
when will the
crying stop becoming
choking —

how will i forgive you
for wounds
you
did
not
open?

forgive me,
i cannot love you
the way you love
me.

i long to be whole again
.

-                         We write poetry
When our hearts are shattering
Into a thousand
                   Tiny
Pieces