You are the notes to my staff
Together we create music
That transcends languages
Tickling the ears
And strumming the hearts
Of everyone we touch

You are the ink to my paper
Together we create stories
That will be passed down
From generation to generation
Leaving the reader filled with hope
That they too will find true love

You are the match to my fuse
Together we make fire
All it takes is one touch
For you to light me up
Shining bright
For the world to see

The country lane is covered with powdery snow,
Like a blanket it clasps the street and field;
The icy wind is uttering an auspicious sough.
Trudging towards my destination that niveous fir trees yield.

Amidst the eerie lonely hush, down in the frozen valley,
A glimmer of light reflecting on crystalline snowflakes;
The place appearing like a lighthouse down the alley.
I reach your house, next to the frozen solid lake,
It is the only bright glare in this devouring black night.

You are my stars in the universe, guiding me through the dark,
You are my anchor in the untamed tides, precluding me to roam;
And with a violent streak of intuition, like a sudden spark,
A feeling of bliss - I realize I finally arrived at home.

I miss you
And you aren’t even gone yet
From experience
I know how this will end

One day you will find someone new
Meet someone funnier; prettier
You’ll slowly slip away
All while denying anything is wrong

When you look into her eyes
You will see a future
When you look in my eyes
You see lust and desire

There is no future for us here
so why do I let myself fall in love anyway?

-on dysthymia

Me, myself and I
don't give me comfort
while I deeply sigh.

Was it the father,
the son or the holy ghost
that I prayed to most?

Don't get me wrong,
I like the days and nights I've seen.

It's just that I belong
to something in between.

I see a ****** of crows
parting the sky with
a ******* V

it hawks and blecks
down as if to say
good afternoon
to the child wheeling
across federal
on her
pink bicycle—

a travel
that rots and witches
the sweet, grey air
sailing into clouds
of pounding tide—

jewels

colorless
and divorced
drifting
across the
blue-domed
pearl of
missing you