Like my poem,
and I will bow
to your greatness
inside walls of home.

Love my poem,
and I celebrate you
with warm praise
lighting a candle.

Say some words for poem
and I'll be grateful  
as I dance
with hearts song.

Read my poem
responding not
and I am still happy
to share my wandering mind
With who ever knocks on
My poets door.

Because I haven't smiled lately;
I've waited long enough
till the sun gets tired.
Ye all say the day gives hope and warmth,
but I am awake for the whole night.
I see stars smiling on the edge of clouds.
A lovely moon hanging on the wide sea
and yet, I feel complete.
Since then I'd often sail through the night
and be delighted by the moon.

But...

It's not really the moon,
but the memory it has.
That was when I met someone
who's fond of the moon.
A great friend;
one that most would envy.
A caring one, a loyal one.

Everyone has a memory.
Everyone is a memory.
All of us are memories,
But you are the sweetest of them all.
I do not want you to remember me.
I want you to know
that you will always be remembered
for you're the best memory I have.

When you are sad,
look for the moon.
Look at the moon.
For the moon whispers memories,
short glimpses of happiness,
everything that was done.
Shared moments; past.
The moon remembers.

A reminder that you were not alone
and you will never be.

Only One
can bear the
monstrosity
of our hearts'
defects and
devotion

How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Can you
Hold it
Breathe it
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Once again

Because although you can't see it
  It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer

Blind sided
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you
....