She was little, smart and brave. Barely five
her thoughts reflected an older woman.
My sister looking at me to survive,
Her silly smile asking me this question…

Whatcha  gonna do when the day turns blue?
When the sky fills with the many lonely tears,
You ask and beg then nobody comes through.
You're left soaked to the bone when no one hears.

The day becomes all time, slowly filling
with blue. Overwhelming and contagious.
You can’t stop it, but you are not trying.
That’s what you have to do, fly when wingless.

Not because you can, but because you must.
Fill the world with the light inside your soul.
This is what I told her, and I began
to tell her of how a mare loves her foal.

The honey smell of thunder clouds, the feel
of a dog’s soft wet tongue rinsing your cares
down the drain. Every wound can start to heal.
Of sitting by a fire in big armchairs.

These are feelings she has yet to know. Soon
she will touch the velvet of a lambs ear.
My wise butterfly leaving her cocoon.
Of all I wish for you, one thing is clear.

Never feel the blue, and think no one will
break through.  Because you will be forever
laughing in sun. At last your worries still.
I will always be there your one anchor

I feel like a tree that has finally
     realized how deeply
   rooted two smiles shine, two
           smells persist under tickled eyelids, the very
                     way we exist individually but somehow
     live
          together, as if the world in all its
            wisdom has nudged in on the fact that I
                       cannot imagine my
                  life without you

I want to disappear
       into a poem and compose a
   phrase for you to follow

My vision should be pretty good
                (but you are all I see)

Your song is truthful & meaningful.
It sings as a watchful and caring bird.
Your flight I will follow.

It is pleasing to sing in the dawn chorus.
I wish not to sing out of key.
nor, squawk with ruffled feathers.

Most times, I am inspired to sing along
Some times, I chirp & squawk my own song.
Some times, I sing  instead of listen.

Unsure of my surrounding, I give pause.
Are those ruffled feathers?
Has this tree emptied to get away from me.

life's trivial in the way it ebbs and flows,
moving in between your thighs,
flowing and rapidly thrusting upwards,
forcing you to regurgitate thoughts
which careen momentarily
in your mind
before being expelled from your mouth
after you've gasped for air

it's the carbon dioxide you release
that you allow to dance past your lips,
along your wrists & around fingertips
before its diluted,
sparing the conscience further shame,
robbing a moment of self-reflection.

after all, should you indulge
in the sweetness of life with
eyes too far open,
you will fall ill eventually
& you'll purge in one way or another
the pollution that was once masked
as pure mint-like oxygen

or a sweet serpentine tongue
trying to wrap it's way around the crevices
of your body, tempting you,
only to constrict moments later
and swallow you whole.
This is why i count as I exhale.

I wish my light could dimish your darkness
and heal all the wrongs done upon you
I wish my love could prevail
over every nightmare
and leave you resting in peace
but most of all I wish my love was enough