I dreamt of...
          A black sea
          With a barren land
          A red sea
          With bloodshed sand
          A green sea
          With flourished tropical jungle and
          A blue sea
          With puff filled teary sky
I am not sure if the last one I saw was a dead sea?*



©sim

In the silence of the night
Bitter winds bite
Starless night encage
The words
That should be said

Atop the highest rocks
A small flower stands
Singing the lullaby
To deep slumber
Calmness, it offers

Cruel storm approaches
Darker, darker
Wind crushes all
Harder, harder
At last, the flower fell
Deeper, deeper

Destroyers passed
And then, another day
Sky still spreads
Wind still hums
Cycle repeats
But without the flower.

with the raging wind
as our enemy
you threw the rope
down at me
i clung to it
tightening my grip

up

up

up

i climb


midway through the ascent
confusion washed over me
for i expected you to continue
pulling me up

gently and hesitantly
i tugged at the rope
to call your attention

'continue?'

you never bothered to look down
and I never
ever bothered
to hold onto anything else
beside the rope
our rope

it was too late to see that I was falling
and broken bones
are just one
of my many shattered pieces

only after i was ashes
did I understand
why the highest soar
has the most painful drop

-i can still remember how both my skull and heart crack open

Hold yourself
Like it's fragile and sensitive
Hold yourself
Like it's monumental and worthy

Hold yourself
Like the way you wanted to carry
your favorite books
and soft pillows and precious gifts
Hold yourself
Like how you wanted to claim your dreams and wishes and longings
Hold yourself
Like how you wanted to hang on to an amazing person with a spacious heart
Open only for those brave enough to enter

Hold yourself
Like a human who's easily touched
by sweet good mornings and late night chats and heart-warming greetings
Hold yourself
Like a person who easily gets hurt and cries unabashedly

Hold yourself
Like how you hold a worn photograph and see in it the light and wonder of being alive and wanted
Hold yourself with a strong grip and powerful arms
Caress it with gentle hands and blow it thousands of kisses it deserve
You are much more than a short embrace or even a goodbye peck
You're mystery and beauty  
Brilliance and depth, personified
Hold all of yourself
Every piece, nook and corner
Every section and fragment
Hold yourself, my dearest
Simply because you can.