I'm too weak to admit that I'm not enough for you.
I hate my inability to dry your tears and be there when you need me.
If nothing else, I just want to be able to turn
your every frown into a smile bright enough
to put the sun to shame.
Maybe you could cure fatal diseases with that laugh of yours.

I just want you to be happy,
for us to float amongst the stars together and travel the galaxy
with our fingers twined and squeezing
and our words trailing comets.

Just smile, baby.

Why do we feign such rapturous delight,
in pretence to others that all is alright,
what if the soul is quietly suppressed,
cloaked in darkness, hidden and repressed,

Are we ashamed to drape the veil,
to retreat into darkness and embrace the pale,
truth can be found from deep in a frown,
so why wear the clothes and tears of a clown.

© H V Swan

Language was not a barrier
We communicated with eyes
Best conversation ever
Through the window of our soul
Our souls shook hands
Eliminating the distance

Walking through the perfumed garden
All the flowers were vociferous
Spreading their happiness
With the intense aroma that pours out
Potent cocktail carried by the wind
Tugging at my heart
To come back every day for a stroll
Perfumed garden allures me
Their fragrance has so much enthusiasm

While dreams are afloat
And seems impossible
Levitate your mind
To be among them
Dreams are yours
Waiting to be a reality
Belief is a magic wand

From the depths of yourself
You can understand
The length and breadth of life

Whisper the words
And they will be audible
To those willing to listen