If she is the moon,
The light of my night,
my life,
Then I am her ocean;
she directs my every ebb
and flow

Lotus flew over the
Surface of my
Consciousness

The synergy
Surrendered to
synchronicity

Within
Stillness
Of your being

The
Blossoms
Of love rains
Blossom

Caressing my gaze
for the first time
struck by magic
thunderbolt

And fires rode
In awe,

Written
Upon your
Tamed times

And absolute
Seeded pine
Trees

Written like a wild
dew drops glow on
a black tulip.

wishing you could see how valuable i could be
how much i care
how i stop and stare
whenever i see you
and you see right through me

the good die first.