Your eyes alone speak oceans of words.
The currents and waves of your heart smash upon rocks in the middle of the ocean yet during all that you are here with me. You have chosen to be with me.
I see the sky in you, and within my own eyes, I hope you see a road leading toward the stars, far from Earth, shining brighter than the light of a child.
You hold the power to freeze oceans; they are under your command. I watch as you slow the crashing waves so I may discover who you really are in their movement.
Imagine the light of a sunrise refracting on your beating heart - a tune intertwined with confused notes yet a clear message of trust infused in your music.
We are both finding our paths. They each wind in twisty turny directions but the magnetic pull keeps us close.
My dear, we hold each other’s hands through it all, and I promise to never let go.

"I'm just looking for a home in somebody's arms" the person said. "I've been looking for it for so long, I don't know if I'll ever find it. There are no arms left for me in this world, and I don't know if I truly could trust anyone to be my home," they continued.

"You tell me you look for safety," I say, "but you find safety in uncertainty. That is the home you have built for yourself, and that is the home you will stay in until you decide you are ready to leave."

I'll give you the wind. I shall capture it in my arms for safekeeping and hand you the melting sun for the day you call upon them for force and strength.
My dear, this world has been crafted by us for ourselves. I handed you every tool and you carved the dripping stars. I cut out paper poppies and planted them into boiling soil with great care and honesty. We left the planet for our own adventure, came back to view its growth and creatures. This is our world, borrowed by humans and birds. They simply hold this land for now.
I know they will return it to us some day, when they are all gone and we are the only ones left. Then, we shall walk the bare soil and wait for it to heal; wait for it to grow again.
My dear, that would be beautiful to experience with you.

Nurtured to be a woman
They say you should be modest.
"Hide yourself," they tell you,
"Cover your brain."

My mind is bursting at the seams.

I am no genius, that is certain.
Yet, I've carefully stepped behind
Others' shadowy minds
Enough to know it is
A waste of time.

So, I create my own shadow.
She is my own and only mine.

"You can only be smaller
than your ego is large."
That's what they all meant
when they said: "be modest."
False claim.