As he stands in the airport queue,
Thumbing through his
Little book of stamps, seals and bio-metric signatures

That proclaims his nativity
From such and such a land,
And marks his appearance
As of such and such a height
With such and such a visible mark on his face,
Of such and such parentage …

He knows that none of it matters
As he stands knocking at the gates of a country

For the furrows on his brow
And his near-empty wallet
Have condemned him to
Remain
A citizen of the united nations of migrants

A full moon
or
was it the dreamlight
through the window?

Woke me up
Wandered around for a while

Went back to sleep
for an hour
had a dream
(inside the dream?)

That told me everything

I forgot it all immediately

something familiar
a mood that lingers

a rare experience
a questioning feeling

I find myself
I keep on singing

Merrilly Merrilly Merrilly
Life is but a dream

Is it the dreamlight?
or
was it the moonlight?

I wake up
I had a dream
it told me everything
I forget it all
immediately.

Not a poet but let me write

A poem that is just right

But will never be in the sight

Of the man I’ve always wanted to reach for with all my might.

The He who must be unnamed,

Is the man I’m trying to tame;

Trying to make him do the same

But also, he is not one to blame

The He whose smiles are deadly,

Is the man whom I think is lovely

Whose flaws are as beautiful as a medley

But he’ll never know that, sadly

The He whom I want to be the man to wait for me as I walk down the aisle,

Is the man I love from the ****** sweat hostile

And him doing the same will really take a-forever-while,

Makes every agony worthwhile

The He who is as beautiful as the night sky;

Shining beautifully that I want to cry

And if one will ask me why,

He deserves everything and I will forever try

The He who deserves happiness and care,

Is the man who is very sinful if left bare

But people love him fair and square

And I’m one of those hoping for him to hear my prayer

The He whom I really wish to have and protect,

Is the man whom I don’t want to be hurt and get wrecked

And it’s a promise to make him feel that he is the most perfect

And give him the love and my utmost respect

Yes, he is the man I found when everything was blue;

Found him in the woods when he doesn’t have a clue

And I keep looking for him when everything seems untrue

With the tiniest bit of hope that when it’s my turn, he’ll whisper, ‘Well, I found you too.’“ ㅡ Rosé