In dreams, it seems
That sky latches to the earth
When in morning's thought,
Branches outward toward rebirth

An idea is loosened,
While untold stories are shared,
A naked conscious once stowed,
And troubles told, now lay bare

As the day, the shade waves
As a blink, your hand in mine,
The dream's shield is stronger
Like an intense kiss wrapped in time

Until the next eves reserve,
For new stories yet to come
Always
In dreams, it seems

how vast the ocean
how miniscule a drop
in the endless, rocking
throes of dawns and dusks

how wide the skies
how tiny a bird
wings grabbing nothing
going nowhere

how immense the earth
how silent a tree
swaying, yet rooted
cry their teardrop leaves

how tiny we are,
in the infinite universe

yet how unfathomable
how unending
how beautiful
the depths of our hearts,
limitless as the skies, seas and earth.

One star in the North;
Orca dance here;

Lit deeps fathomed;
by shipwreck.

I danced today
I danced away my sorrows
Let me teach you how-

Don’t play that song and wander off with your thoughts
Let it flow through you
As if it is a part of you
Close your eyes
Because your mind is a sculptor
And it will create art with the sounds you let inside

No, those words are not for you, my love
They were written for someone else
But listen
For music is a strange language -
It speaks to us all in sundry ways

So hold your breath
And when you exhale
Melancholy will lift off your shoulders and join hands with the wind
All you will feel is this melody
On every inch of your skin
Between the raised hairs and the little bumps
Until your body starts to sway
And your feet aren’t grounded

Now take my hand
And let’s dance away our sorrows

I've written and read
poems about the stars
and how they were
so fascinating,
empowering
and ultimately,
unreachable.

I've heard stories
about angels and saints;
Their goodness,
nobility and purity,
serving as epitomes
of what Man could
and should be.

But the saints,
they were once sinners
and there are angels
who fell from grace.
Stars that turned
into black holes,
nothing is safe.

Falling is inevitable,
even for the untouchable,
and what we believe to be
unreal and ethereal.

I was supposed to wake up in the early hours of morning
But I slept on...lost in wonderful dreams
I dreamt of a life I wish to live...
I dreamt of faces I wanna see
I dreamt of places I wanna be
I dreamt of things I wanna do
I dreamt of a love I want to feel
I dreamt of hope
I dreamt of peace
I dreamt of equality
I dreamt of justice
I dreamt of acceptance
I dreamt of so much more...
I wanted to continue dreaming
But then as the morning rays of the sun hit my eyes..
...i was rudely woken up to the harsh reality around me
Now it's a long and arduous wait for the night to set in again
For that is when I shall go back to my land of dreams and feel at ease again

moving onwards (always)
scattering seed

from the seeds that grew
within you.