Start again,
  sweet flower child
  Be courageous enough to open
     the least aesthetically pleasing door
   decorated with keyless locks
         Spilling with unanswered questions
    
Throw your entire being into it
  Giving it no other choice but to come Crumbling down
    If only in attempt to break through
     The endless carefully placed obstacle
     That dare to mispronounce your name
      
Not to let anyone or anything
   lead you to believe
   the crown you inherited at birth
    made especially with your favorite flowers
Would fit on any other soul but your own

            

                        —turn the page to tomorrow

At a certain point during war,
you’ll wander out
among the galaxies,
among the whirling particles,
and ineffable numbers,

Feeling something that has no name,
like a thunderbolt through darkness
A storm unpredicted,
The horrible errors of our childhood,

Seeing with my inward eye,
A natural reaction to moving closer to the truth,
Life’s continuing promise,
Grounded in love

      —I like listening to you

The other day I caught you staring,
I don’t think you realized because,
When my eyes met yours we broke into uncontrollable laughter.

The incredible feeling of being in the presence of pure love,
Intertwined instinctively

Remember to never grow a day older,
But always grow a day wiser.


And know our love is a pre-written plot from the very beginning
A script sent straight from stars



           —letters to my sun ☀️