if you are a rose
I am the thorn
he saw the beauty
of your petals
he saw your bloom



you are the stars in the night
I am the invisible clouds
covered by the shadow and mystery
guess, you light up the sky



if I am a lake
you are the vast turquoise ocean
giving him hopes and dreams
something I can never give



you are the map of places that
he have never been
a place of beauty and exploration
and I am that place
the small place
he wouldn't dare to come back.

when i gaze into your eyes
i get transported forward into a new dimension
where i'm just an observer of countless entities and stars

I count my stars that i've been blessed with
by such a vision.  
and every twinkle in your eye
could be another starburst creating new life
and epochs of infinite emotions.

so when i stare at you in awe
and i'm at a loss for words,
what you are staring back at
is a traveler looking at the cosmos
that is your beauty

Where dawn meets the sea she lies, broken,
her laugh echoing the moon
and pouring with salt
across the morning waves.

0 equals "without"

0 equals "without limit"

0 equals "limitless light"

All that exists within limitless light is

One

they asked...
"why do you write most when you're sad?"

it took me awhile to think.
but didn't answer.

I just started writing
then realized,
because no one will understand
if I tell them they would laugh

if i tell them of what I really feel,
the dreams and hopes, or of what person I've always wanted to be

they wouldn't understand
some would think it's nonsense and some will try to listen but it won't any make sense

because we are all in our own.

everyone are busy saving their own lives

and happy poems?

it's hard for me to take time and jot the fleeting feelings of how the flowers bloom in spring and how summer gives me the time to contemplate on an infinite waves

I just want to feel the moment, for myself.

Then I would feel better.

just like writing sad poems,

it would make me feel better.