I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
He said the sun only rises once a day
and he's right
I only wish our suns would rise at the same time
But mine shines while his moon starts grinning
His stars glow brightly while my day's just beginning
The entire world separates us,
but somehow we still connect
I love the way in place of right, he often says "correct"
Over five thousand miles stand between me and what I need
Over dozens of mountains, behind millions of trees
Without a guide, without a map to lead
I know he's out there
Somewhere, he's out there
and he's waiting for me
moves like a breeze
the aura won't leave
and it will freeze
you can have
but never owe it
she'll turn any man
into a poet.
a writer must know of love.
When I close my eyes
I see things.
I see flowers blossom in
while walking passed
Brilliant on my shoes
Universes surround me
Doorways to other planets...
hazy faces like photographs...
When I close my eyes I see
forrests and waterfalls in castles...
I covet memories of battles
in tarnished armor befriending
I can't help but notice how
you're at the end of every
This soul-filled blissful presence
stays in spite of doubt lingering..
Hope it remains through Winters
In then out like a
wave in the night it
flickered by me in a droplet
Somewhere in between a
doorway to the mysteries
Keeping time then disappearing
Hushed silences like a
quiver from the ground
fore a stampede
Shattering a violence that
someone like I devoured in
It was mesmerizing this
quiet obscene sensation of
Scratches on my knees
Sleepless in the Winter dawn
Sitting on the wooden floor
When I am genuinely happy
I have a lit from within sparkle
I become the epitome of
the term of endearment "honey"
and I sway like a Marigold