Pitter-patter on parched soil
They don't sit pretty
Like dew drops
On flowers at dawn
They just appear
And
keep on appearing
In the silence of sorrow

The longer the silence
The deeper the sorrow
The saltier the tears

Who can understand or fill
The cracks in my desperate heart?
Broken in love
Cracked open with longing
Except those little streams
Of salty tears
Not pretty like dew drops
Not strong like rain drops

Just salty
Just tears
That share
The silence of sorrow

Little moments
From the past
Come flitting in my mind
Like feathers
Or flower petals
Or leaves in the breeze
They come, they dance
And flit away
From the white screen
Of my mind

I see, I know, I smile
This too shall pass

The eternal canvas of Emptiness
Freedom
Peace
Silence
Alone remains
Always has been
and
always will

I was hiding inside my cape
Still looking for escape
Cerberus, he is lurking
Hiding while he is barking

Should I run or should I stay,
If I’d stay I’d be its prey.
Im confused, I know nothing,
While my emotions are bluffing.

Where is that monster,
I will face him, I am stronger.
While confused of where his gone,
‘Twas gone but left me drawn.

I saw him just by a glipse,
And the way his eyes blinks.
Im now down here waiting,
But my heart still aching.

He is my apollo,
For he is poetry to my ears,
He is my picasso,
For he is art to my eyes.

Love is seen not by the eyes,
But by the heart that was once cold as ice.
Though not worthy of thine,
You’ve made me from water to wine.

I prepared for this war,
Im fighting this, what for?
I thought it was your weakness,
But it was all just my meekness.

I entered the fight that im not capable of winning,
I fought for what my heart was singing,
The war hasn’t started,
But I’ve lost halfhearted.

Tell me Aphrodite why is love not in my favor,
To love is only what I aver.
I let everything out through my wrath,
When I realized, I took the wrong path.

I remember the smell,
Like old wood and
     Lake water
Somehow found itself
     Mixed into some sea
           Of sheets,

And I remember
Waking up,
     Entangled and drowning
In an ocean of
Unfamiliar bedspreads
As you climbed into
      The morning soaked
Bed with me.

Your skin soft
     And vanilla
          And brushing lightly
Against the hairs on my arm
     That you made stand up tall,
Kissing me awake
     As I pushed your auburn
         Strands of fire
         Hair whispering in a
         Tickle against my ear.

The way your hand
     Rested with possession on my chest
           And tapped some forgotten tune
As we waited
For afternoon to
     Beckon us downstairs,

The steady hum of
The shore catching
The waves of the
      Lake shimmering green
      In the summer heat
           At the wooden base
                Of our cabin outside.

And I remember
     Our collective shut of eyes,
Resting our foreheads together
     As our hands journeyed
          To reach one another's
          Beneath the home in the sheets
We wished to never leave.


That was two years
     And a love and a half ago,

So now I long
     For nothing more
Than these summer mornings
To wake up not so lonesome
                                                  anymore.