a song
i write it, weaving my heart's musings into it,
open my window,
and sing

and sing
i imagine my voice catching to the wind,
taking flight as a bird flutters to find a home,
on its way
to you

to you
the wind slows and the winter air
grasps the song i sing
it is torn from the sky and
my throat burns with negativeemotions
the choir of birds do not  mind
they carry their song onwards
but mine
mine
m ine
    mine,

the night unfolds elegantly
i wedge myself again in between
its elegance and my weary thoughts
i imagine wishing for silly things
on the passing shooting stars
but if i snap back to reality
i remember that one wish i keep on wishing
and i look out my window
waiting for a star to come by and hear me
the night is too elegant
for such a wish,
such thoughts,
as mine

you are a universe, love
let me be just one star
in your infinite galaxies

already the year ends
to think that in such a short time
i have evolved from
a caterpillar dreaming of the sky
to a butterfly
tasting the clouds

and yet i long for the stars still
fortunately
another year approaches
i would like to
fly to the moon

today i wore a new perfume
with the warmth of vanilla
and a hint of lavender
i wonder, if i were to
hold you close to me,
would you find it comforting

or should i just tell you
where i got the perfume?

near the edge of the water
i sit on the warm sand,
watching the waves roll
closer to me, then away
i want to inch closer but
i can't help but simply hope
the waves will splash over my feet

as the comforting scent of the ocean
gently washes over me,
i daydream of
the schools of fish living there,
the vibrant coral reefs decorating the scenery,
the warmth of the rippling water,
and i
smile without thinking

i hide my face
how embarrassing

in another daydream of mine
i gather the courage finally
to feel the water for myself

i dip my toe tentatively
before diving in entirely

in eons the Earth
found the means to create
a wonderous world populated
with lush forests, rippling oceans,
and life bursting from every corner

and yet, the planet
still spins in the same direction
the moon still
borrows her light from the sun

then tell me
what's the use of
wishing on shooting stars
they've seen every unchanging moment
they know each story ends the same way

the flowers i've planted
have never bloomed, nor felt spring
all these years i believed
with enough water i could do
something
anything

perhaps i need to
plant my flowers elsewhere
or perhaps i should
accept this broken universe