Are you
the one
who has
come to
save me?
I must have
came upon
your kind
In a distant
past, I had
felt it as
a whisper
in the crowds,
has my heart
seen you
before my
eyes called
to my mind?
the simple
interface
of reason
is undermined
by wonder,
when I stood
in awe of
something
I could not
define,
when I
saw a
painting
mirroring
my soul
In the
depth
of your
clear eyes,
I saw the
beating
of my heart,
exploding
as a star
within your
arms,
I have
become the
carnations
blooming
within your
chest,
your
leaves,
are too
one with
mine,
the eternity
within our
chests is
the reason
for my
existence,
we are
chaotic,
imperfect,
shapeless
beings
coming
together
to form
something
perfect,
I remember
the day I
entered
the cafe,
and saw
you sitting
there,
perhaps,
as if we
were fated
by the lights
above for
our paths
to meet,
our gaze
was a soft
light of the
flower
meeting
the sun,
not knowing
they were
once in
love
before.

Remember,
within this
world of
despair,
to once
more
see the
beauty
of the
world,
leave
the sight
of darkness
you have
known for
so long,
and let
your feet
touch the
earth of
paradise,
you are
not the
words
they
create
of you,
hear the
call of
your soul,
and you
will be  
as the
dove
flown
free
from
the iron
cage,
white
wings
floating
as petals
dancing
around
your open
arms,
everything
I could not
tell you,
your heart
will sing to
you, hear
it well,
for it is the
symphony
of your
secret
garden,
where you
are always
loved forever.

I’d rather
not leave
the gentlest
touch of
my bed,
for I have
found a
home
within
the beauty
of silence,
everyone
whom has
passed in
my life,
their words
float in the air,
feather light
and softer than
the cloud of
my pillow,
I wish to stay
here, with
a cup of
honeyed
milk, and
drown in
the thought
of you.

‪As I ‬
‪lie on ‬
‪the ‬
‪shore, ‬
I see the
warm
amber,
orange
and yellow
sunset
‪with a ‬
‪cup of ‬
‪milky ‬
‪coffee ‬
‪and a‬
‪paper ‬
‪notebook, ‬
‪I begin ‬
‪to write, ‬
‪I am no ‬
‪different ‬
‪than the ‬
‪words ‬
‪flowing ‬
‪as rivers,
and I soar,
as the wings
of seagulls
above,
‪for my
poetry ‬
‪is the ‬
‪ocean ‬
‪of my ‬
‪heart ‬
‪coming ‬
‪in waves, ‬
‪asking the ‬
‪reader to ‬
‪open ‬
‪themselves ‬
‪to healing, ‬
‪when truly, ‬
‪I am a drop ‬
‪within the ‬
‪universe ‬
‪of my ‬
‪everything ‬
‪and all, ‬
‪the lover ‬
‪of my words ‬
‪and the ‬
‪song of ‬
‪my soul.‬

The train
flew past us,
we were there,
waiting for our
time, until,
he walked
towards
where I  
was to
be found,
he nestled
my body
In his
arms,
I looked up,
gazing
deeply,
I Iistened
as he
said,
you are
the one
who has
not yet
known
the truth,
I will tell
you, the
one who
has been in
tears, when
you are broken,
you will always
remember,
to love who
you are
and others,
the untold
story lies
beneath,
bring the
torn fabric
and sew
your heart
back together,
you will heal,
as I have always
done, you will
forget the dew
falling, and heal,
only then, will you
see how love is
unconditional,
when you see
with the heart
rather than
the eyes,
you will
see true
beauty,
let the
lost
clouds
come
together,
hold hands
and make
them feel
special,
warm them
with your
heart and
gently
place a
tissue on
their tears,
touch their
souls and
hold them
close, how
you want to
be loved is
how people
will love you,
you will look
at the night
with them
and say, we
are lanterns
of the sky,
filling the
oceans of
the universe
with the
galaxies
in our hearts,
we are more
luminous than
we think we are,
as the butterfly
unaware of the
delicacy of its
wings, resting
under the sun,
we are roses
opening
for the love
awaiting them,
yet, these hearts
are unaware
of how they
call for their
soulmates,
not knowing
their names,
rather, the
wind was
already within
the leaves,
creating the
music they
have known
before, the
tides becoming
one, as your
hand becomes
the pulse
of this heart
of mine, I
want you
to listen
when I say,
you are a
infinite light
shining
through
the cracks,
you are,
the one
and only,
stargirl.

I miss the
memories
when little
things made
me happy,
why? I am
beginning
to forget
beauty,
from
now
on,
I will
take a
pause
and
remember
what I
love,
moonlight
and cats,
tea,
palettes
and
diaries,
moments
of gentle
kisses
and roses,
I want to
tell you,
do you
ever
know the
feeling
when
you find
a painting
In a gallery
and your
eyes hold
dear this
small
universe,
where
you are
left to feel
this sense
of being
lost,
a being
dismembered
in an ocean
of wonder,
I feel as
If though
I tire of
societal
conventions
on how to
create
conversation
with people,
anyway,
I am so
lost in my
thoughts,
the world
I paint
becomes
a part
of greater
ones in
the tides
of my mind,
while my
surroundings
are calm,
even though
I see people
walking past,
then again,
isn’t silence
a way of
music?
I believe,
you should
embrace
something
that is far
from the
expressions
you have
known,
the chaos
of lips
flurrying
end zone
sentences,
we should
break the
period
and begin
with a
blank
canvas,
color the
beautiful
something
that is you,
I want to
throw away
unrealistic
ways of
how
people
should
look,
does
a white
heron
ask for
smaller
wings?
I wish
to fly
and
reach
the skies
of a milky
heaven
of clouds,
oh, the
places
I can soar
to in the
highest
mountains
of my
dreams,
perhaps,
I will hope
to find
you, and
we will
share the
company
we love
dearly as
ourselves,
‪for the ones ‬
‪who love you‬
‪unconditionally, ‬
‪the ones who ‬
‪will pray for you‬
‪and the ones ‬
‪that allow ‬
‪their hearts ‬
‪to unconsciously ‬
‪whisper your name, ‬
‪these are the ones ‬
‪to keep, for they see ‬
‪themselves in your eyes,‬
‪we hold the stars,‬
‪wider than the night,‬
‪In the evermore of us, ‬
‪I wonder, will the ‬
‪most beautiful ‬
‪moment in life last ‬
‪forever? the heart,‬
‪lost in reverie, ‬
‪says, “yes”. ‬

Hold me
close and
tuck me
Into bed
when I
am tired
and my
eyes are
heavy
with
sorrow,
heal
our
souls
as we
wrap
each
other
warm
In a blue
blanket
and watch
the rain,
drinking
tea and
lost in
falling
stars,
we are
all strangers
until we open
our hearts to
love, fated
silhouettes
become
one dream
come alive,
for you
are not
beside,
but rather
within
me