i know a young boy, whom i meet seldom
reminisce our moments, before i bid adieu

he used to bring a smile on the faces of everyone
whether be laughing at his mistakes or whether be his pun
relentless he was in his pursuit for fun

for he knew there was malice
whether in self
or
whether in the world which he saw outside the window

he was diligent in his pursuit for knowledge
observing and learning from his mentors
restless to become an adult

he knew he had to be righteous, which is a difficult trail to tread.
always reminding oneself, the simple phrases of wise men
so there is no point in being careless

so i meet this young boy whenever i go astray
and be grateful for everyone's effort and put myself back in place.

Snow laces
Blossoms so bright,
Coldest of winter mornings
I can see your morning
Light shines its light,
Hold its petal
And believe that
Love is real,
Love hurts
Love is kind
Love is never
Impossible
Love is light
Love is life
Love is always
Right

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.