desire for a hand
to dig deep under;
reach for the unwanted
Take a hold
tangled fingers
intertwined
Caressing the pain with your soft thumb—
embrace the weak with your words,
watch the sail of your effect
trembling within soft whispers:"I am here".

Silence of contentment filled the air
Assurance of acceptance, a feeling you had long wanted to have.
Let the aura carry you home
Have you made it?


- Moza

Tiptoe to my nights
with tender steps
Unlock the windows open
Guide my thoughts to where they belong

Sing me a lullaby of your presence
On a moonlight night in September
the warm light falls upon her window
your shadow twinkling over
breathing her in
ethereally
The moon once watched melancholy


- Moza

The skies cry
patting my wounded skin with every drop—
washing my writhed eyes
hiding my ache
Hands move steadily
taking out my umbrella like it's my only shelter
As light As the raindrops were,
the little puddles reflected my heavy soul.

The umbrella she once held;
couldn't cover her own tears.


- Moza