We walk
through
the night,
and spoke
of infinite
realities
and myself,
I thought of
how one
may speak
as the beholder
of their own sight,
and yet, what
can be may
also be what
it is not, how
I perceive the
coffee I hold
as differing
from the
view of my
companion
within our
conversation
in this metaphysical
moment of time,
we reached the shore,
and so together,
we stayed
by the ocean,
“how do you
see the blue
of the sea
as a way
of knowing
your heart?”
he asks,
the shore
becomes
the tides,
and I say,
“I see the
strokes of
white as
my own
thoughts
immortalized
through papers,
as waves,
they will
crash,
and I will
love and
live through
others,
as a rose
opening
it’s petals,
I will bloom
infinitely
through
the hearts
of those
I love, I will
sing for the
voiceless,
and create
a symphony
for the grieving,
so they shall
grow, reaching
to the beyond
as the flower
beyond the
barbed wires,
I am the
one who
dreams
forever
and soars
beyond the
clouds, to
the rainbow
skies, far
from the
cruelty
of the
world
coming
with their
swords
at my
white
wings,
I am
the one
who has
already
flown
to the
place
I call
home.”

The waves
crash on
the shore
of the eyes,
I wished
to create
worlds with
my mind
that the
lips fail
to convey,
I observe
the drifting
journey,
as the mind
wanders to
the paintings
of metaphysic
nature, where
everlasting
stories are
found, as
I am lost
perpetually
in wonder,
on and on,
I will live
through
another,
as the dew
caressing
the endless
being of now,
the world I
had known
once cursed
me for being
a dreamer,
though I
feared not,
for the heart
of mine,
possessor
of truth,
was never
vulnerable,
tears created
the clouds
I held within
my chest,
where I
float
as the
wings of
thousand
white doves,
the cage has
fallen, I have
risen as the
one who
saw the
light in
others
when they
failed to
have seen
it within
their own
chests,
I am the
bringer
in the
garden
of words,
I am aware of
the unavowed
lost ways of
conversation,
where the
cherry
blossoms
seek the
surrender
of the leaves
within the
deepest parts
of the beautiful
mind, elusive
as the reflection,
wavering as a
chameleon,
even though,
the heaven in
my breath
will never
fade, as the
grace of the
delicate ones,
hidden to them
was the nature
of the imperfections,
forming something
so untouchably
incandescent,
I had seen
the truth,
and soon,
they shall
see it too,
I and them
shall walk
the earth,
soaring
from our
fingertips,
I will hope
they look to
the skies,
and find this
reminiscence,
where the
clouds
ripple,
angels
are near,
I will wish
for them
to see how
these words
I have written
are sacred,
for beauty
lies in
secrecy,
waiting
for you.

He observed
her closely,
long enough
to see the
emotion
and raw
human in
her eyes,
he was the
one to hold
her hand when
the heart fell
apart, as the
moon went into the
bed of the sea,
he held her closer
In his blanket,
as she wept
close to his
chest, he told
her these
words,
“close your
eyes and sleep,
the sun will
rise, and the
world will
change
for you
tomorrow,
as the
petals
opening
every
season
to meet
the love
of the sun.”
In silence,
the lovers
then slept,
as the night
sang it’s
clandestine
symphony,
the heavens
whispered
her voice,
“would you
write on
your palms
the words
of how much
I love you?
If only you
knew of the
butterflies
coming
alive in
these eyes
when you
speak of
my name
with your
smile of
dimpled
stars,
In dreams,
you will
dance
with me
tonight,
as we
come
and go,
with the
lights
swimming
In our eyes,
more lucid
than our
musing,
the lines
and faults
of who I
was fade
Into the
warmth
of your
arms
as the
wings
of a
angel,
I, the
flower
of the
desert
who
waited
for the
gardener,
found
the soft
of your
breath,
I asked
for a drop
when you
gave me
the ocean,
I am forever
grateful to
you, the salvation
whom has shown
how I will love
once more.

Have you
ever noticed
how beautiful
the clouds are?
they are the
ethereal
breathe of
dreams,
I wish, I was
not the only
one who saw
their once
hidden strokes
revealed only
to the eyes
opening for
the white
ocean,
holding
one sliver
from their
day to see
the beauty
of what they
are a part
of and
becoming
the idyll,
what they
had been
seeking
was found
in one
moment
in time,
reader,
I will tell
you now
how the
clouds
are as
the simplest
touch you
treasure,
the holding
of hands
you wish
to keep
forever,
the first
kiss you
share as
the petals
of roses
caress the
wind of the
moon, and
you will say
to your loved
one, as you
would whisper
to the clouds,
“the existence
of you is my gift”

I had seen a painting, entitled,
“The Portrait Of A Poet”, it was
perfect in its beauty, and yet
still, the viewer had not known
the secrets it held, the thorns
encasing the roses in the
garden surrounding her,
the book she held with
her heart’s song, the
symphony she veiled
In the sea of eyes
flowing from her
feet with faces
of a blank canvas,
seeking the color
of love, when they
gazed upon the
painting, they
did not see in
her eyes, the
one who saw
the beauty and
light in everything
within the greatest
suffering, they
looked past the
bird with the
shining wings
who lived in the
cage, she was
unaware of
her luminous
features as
her colors
were painted,
for the truth
of her lies
within the
flower of
purity,
touched
by the
moonlight,
she sits with her
demure hands
rested, gentle
and soft with
the gaze of
reverie, the
dreamer with
the heart
of the ocean,
opening her
embrace,
she seeks
nothing and
receives all,
the woman
with a soft
fringe
touching
her temple
once stroked
with her slender
fingers the
pages unseen
within the
books of
her enamor,
she was
enchanted
by fairytales,
and captivated
by the magic
unnoticed by
the ones who
possess them,
as they spoke
in cafes and
kissed within
the homes of
wondrous,
hidden places,
she saw the
rising stars
as he whispered,
“I love you”,
the man who
loved her
and longed
for her roses,
as he gazed
upon her
portrait,
as he
opened
as the
doors,
and they
sighed
in the union
of the swan
and the lover.

Amongst
the roses,
I hear the
whisper
of unspoken
beauty, asking,
“can this be,
the one who
has lost,
found the
wonder of
everything?
how is it,
that when
it was filled
to the brim
with the tides
of love, it found
beauty in the
broken?”
I say to her,
“I have now
known how
the eyes filled
with tears
had seen
the heaviness
beheld in the
fragility of
their petals,
and yet still,
they float,
resting upon
the lips before
returning to
their dreams
In the clouds”
I watch as the
lantern returns
to the night skies,
there will come
a time, when
a rose will
fade as the
one you
hold dear,
and you will
remember,
when you
have truly
loved
someone,
their flowers
will never
fade from
the garden
of your
heart.

By the sea,
I watched as
the thoughts
within my mind
faded with the white
effervescence, I am
wrapped in a cashmere
blanket as I drink my
cafe au lait, the wind
tousled my hair as I
contemplated the
silence of the hour,
within its watercolor
becoming the gentle,
soft soul of mine
seeking to understand
the meaning of love,
even though,
I am misunderstood,
and so, I sit here,
content as a dandelion,
fragile, yet still yearning
to dream.

The nightingale’s
voice was the
song of the
moment of
when I opened
my eyes to the
light of what
I was once
unconscious
to, when
sunset
met with
moonrise,
In this
hour of
gentle
Idyll,
from the
voyage
& parting
of what
I have
known
before,
I now
become an
unconditional
part of your
heart, as
we held
stars in
our hands
closely
held,
our eyes
wandering
to their
shining
lives
as we
were
destined
to be, the
magic in
your soft
beauty,
what I
had been
seeking
all along,
past all
of these
waves
passing
on the
shore,
we hold
each
other
warm
with our
cups of
tea, as
I whisper
to you,
“hold me
closer,
dancer
of the
night,
for the
symphony
of our
union
Is the
answer
to the
question
of the
universe,
“what is
this truth
they have
told, that
I have failed
to see?”
as the bird
with the
velvet
song
flies
forever.

If only,
by destiny,
I would
someday
find the
one,
who is
special
and sweet,
he will
give me
cuddles
and bring
me warm
soup when
I am feeling
tired, to place
his cheek
gently
next to
my tear
when I
am sad,
our hands
touching
as I feel
his warm
breathe as
a comfort
of home,
he will hold
my hands
as we walk
under the
moonlight,
the waves
touching our
bare feet as
we have the
deeper
conversations
about the
simpler
things,
as we
hold our
coffee by
the sea,
as the
seagulls
float
across
the sea,
under
the lullaby
of the night,
we walk to
our home,
and rest
peacefully
among the
lights
entering
their shining
lives above,
we would
close our
eyes and
become
angels
as we
stroke
each
other’s
hair,
our cats
warming
themselves
at our feet,
the soft
tumbling
of thick
wool
socks
on the
floor, the
opening
of books
and the
rising
of tea,
days and
seasons
spent in
the company
of flowers
until they
grow old,
and we
become
together
In spirit,
and then,
they will
be reborn
again, for
love lives on,
evermore.

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 when I am tired
and my eyes are heavy with sorrow,
we will heal our souls in wrapping each
other warmly in a lavender blanket while
watching the rain, drinking tea and
getting lost in falling stars, I was a
stranger until I opened the heart to
love, our fated silhouettes become
one dream come alive, for you are not
beside but rather a part of my eyes.

The
skies
whispered
to her,
“I wish
for someone
to feel the
warmth of
your presence,
the blessing
of your
existence
as you
hold hands
In softer
warmth,
I pray
the beauty
of your
delicate
heart
will be
protected,
for you
to forever
love books,
art and
symphonies,
I hope you
will always
keep your
head full
of dreams
as you
become
lost in the
clouds
and starry
nights,
I will write
poetry of
how he
will softly
kiss your
neck and
hold you
close,
and love
all of what
you cannot
see, the
petals
revealed
only to his
heart,
It's music
sings of
of everything
and all for
only one,
the wonder
of your
pretty
smile,
your
laugh
reminiscent
of tinkling
fairies
dancing
In the
night,
when
you will
go to sleep,
as you tuck
yourself
Into your
pillow, he
will kiss
your cheek
before you
sleep,
as you
close your
eyes,
and drift
Into the
stars,
where
you will
dance
In the
moonlight,
remember
to always
keep your
sense of
wonder,
and never
lose the
daydream
In your
eyes,
as you
make waves
in the foam of
your coffee
and see a
white balloon
floating in
the sea of
my clouds,
I know
you will
always
love visiting
those cafes,
and writing
In your
brown
leather
notebook,
seeing
the unfelt
beauty,
roaming
through
photos,
memories
and the
feeling
every
breath
you
share
with
him,
I wish for
you to
open
yourself,
I know,
you
struggle
to reveal
what
you hold
deep in your
heart, for it is
the ones
who struggle
to reveal their
words are
the ones
with the
deepest
emotions,
you were
once the
fractured
rose, with
petals heavy
with falling
tears,
veiled by
the blankets
of silken pain,
and how
beautifully
you revealed
your light
from the
darkness,
the greatest
suffering
allows the
coming of
spring,
your petals
will rise
to the moon
once more,
for you
are the
angelic
one,
the one
who is
worthy
of being
loved.”

Why can't we
dream forever?
no one will
hold back
our light,
our hearts
will glow
a love
greater
than tears,
forget who
you were
yesterday,
or what
Is beyond,
let us live
In each
other's
eyes for
now,
what the
world
shapes
of you
Is unreal,
only I
know
of the
reverie
bright
In your
eyes
when
your
heart
speaks
of what
the lips
cannot
create,
for some
moments
In life there
are no words,
only beauty,
where you
will find
truth,
In the
clarity of
this auroral
hour,
I see how
the existence
of you is
my gift,
In wander
within the
city, we find a
quiet place
to call
our own,
a small,
hidden
coffee
shop,
we are
deep in
conversation,
gently
opening
ourselves
when
we had
hidden
within
our souls
before,
to guard
them
from hurt,
we leave
the cafe
to venture
beyond,
finding
a place
where the
clouds are
hovering
over the
the city,
where the
heavens
mirror upon
your skin,
meeting
mine as you
hold me
closer,
we are
alone within
each other's worlds,
once disintegrated,
we are one again,
a supercluster
of a multitude  
In galaxies, coming
together as
tides crashing
endlessly,
within each
wave,
I am with
you,
and my
heart
soars,
tearful
and
dreamy,
as the
ending of a
symphony,
the ephemeral
moment of
wonder,
only when,  
our hands
touch,  
the painting
of the scene
becomes
eternal,
time ceases
to exist
as the
film softly
plays,
I write
notes of
your words
engraved
In this heart
of mine,  
the gentle
vulnerability
only you see,
as we lie
here together,
under the
dream of
your arms
I want to
sleep
under,
only you
and I,
wishbound
In the night,
where I will
remember
a warm cup
of coffee,
a smile
from you,
a gentle
dance of
stars,
these small
moments
I will treasure,
for they will
not fade
In the
slow,
beautiful
dance of
life,
where
we are
shining as
moonflowers,
forevermore

I just want to see how
beautiful you truly are,
far from what you see you
see in the mirror, for now,
look away from the world,
our fingers gently trace,
softly, the sun paints light
upon your golden skin,
hold me closer, your sweater is
softer than cashmere, and palms caress
as the sun rises from the sea, and
all turns to watercolor, these eyes
are special to me, as they hold
the secrets of your heart
I will hold as it whispers,
"for you, I am a soul
deeply in love, wishing
upon a star among thousands,
waiting for your arms
to open my petals, I know what
those shining eyes are hiding,
they are closely holding a love
greater than time, I have been
waiting for you, I want you to know,
you are the beautiful one who will be the
sunshine to my rain, the warmth I seek
to reside in forever, and the breathe
of the rose I wish to become".

I hold
your
hands
and tell
you these
words,
“surrender,
beautiful
one, for
you are
never
alone”.
the time
shifts back,
In tears,
you say,
"I am afraid
to be loved
for who I
truly am,
If the world
sees the truth,
I shall be
deserted,
who will
love me?
who can
see the
true colors
of this heart
I veil in my
chest, in fear
I shall be
hurt?
I am
wounded,
and far
from truth,
and so,
here I stand,
defenseless."

Before,
I had
only
known
flaws
alone,
unaware
of the
clean,
aerial
grace
hidden
from
my
eyes,
I wore
these
blindfolds
within
the veiled
petals,
a voice
whispered,
“open your
heart”,
the words
came to me
In a dream,
I opened the
pages, and
began to
write every
little note
of my
memories
when
people
spoke of
softness
to me,
as the
rising
sun
of the
ocean,
the flower
of unseen
beauty
slowly
began
to open,
a man
emerges
from the
desert,
seeking
the ocean
of love,
I, the woman
appear to him
In a vision,
"you seek
the rain
and the
rain seeks
you",
the desert
parted
the depths
of the mist
whispering,
“why do
you wait,
and see
yourself
through
a eyehole,
when you
are the
thousands
of falling
stars
beyond?"
the petals
fall from
the heavens,
my hands
let the
pages close,
I am the artist,
and my heart
is a canvas
where I
paint the
masterpiece
of love

If I only
had one
sliver
In the
heart
of time,
I would
return
to the
most
beautiful
moment of
serendipity,
when I had
met him by
chance,
and we
spoke of
how the
eyes were
the windows
to the soul,
I saw through
his, as he
within mine,
unveiling
the robes of
angels of light,
deeper still,
we were
Immersed
In a language
secret
to our own,
the waves
rolled over,
reality, the
mist of
our teas,
and the
soft clouds
of the sky
all faded
to become
the whispers
of our universe

Plant
a seed
In the soil,
the seed
will grow
to have a
thousand
leaves,
once
you give a
little gift,
you never
know how
your gift
can plant
a tree
within
someone's
heart

The sea was
a shade of the
deepest blue,
the waves,
moved by
strong winds
made thousands
of white strokes,
as if touched by
a painter at work,
a seagull, with
black tipped
wings flies
in the sky,
home to the
sun, reflecting
upon the ocean
the brightest
shade of pure
diamond,
touching
my feet,
clear and
the bringer
of colorful
stone
treasures,
I allowed the
waters to take
me over,
I closed my
eyes, within
my heart and
soul, still it
echoed,
the endless
music of the
waves, asking
for my embrace
and calling
me to the
tides, moving
as the heavens
through my
hands as I
wander in
my mind
amongst the
bird in flight

The boy
fell to
his knees
upon the
rain-filled
streets,
covered
by the
grayer
clouds
that befell
the dew of
his soul,
seeking for
someone to
listen to him,
he longed
for a sliver
of light,
"how will
I be healed?"
he asked,
the angel
said to him,
"open
your
heart,
see how
the deeper
symphony
you have
been longing
for, is within
the lanterns of
your eyes,
revealing
the universe
guiding
you to
the home
of the one
you love"
and so,
the boy
drove
on his
bicycle,
the doors
opened,
and he
ran to
the
golden
warmth
of his
mother's
arms,
together,
they
became
one heart,
gently
beating
as a
star
In the
night
sky,
glowing
forever.

As I walk
upon the
pavements,
rain fills the
atmosphere
with endless
rivers, the
people I
pass
create
gardens
of words,
ages will
pass, and
you may
always
relive the
lost art of
conversation,
where two
souls can
become
one, lushly
grown from
the eternity of
beautiful minds,
I pause,
as a tear
within
the oceans
of eyes
In this
night,
lanterns
of paradise,
unaware
of their
own
beauty,
I close
my eyes,
wishing to
sleep
forever,
under the
waterfall
flowing
until the
end of
time,
the
milky
way
opens
from
this chest,
a lighthouse
spreading
endless
depth,
reaching
the hearts
of the
wounded,
I awaken,
and see
a reflection
within the
glass of
a secluded
home,
a man
falls to
the ground
with his
hands
upon the
earth,
his dew
Is mine,
her dew
Is mine,
their
dew
Is the
cries of
my soul,
and so,
I open
my hands,
and cradle
the warmth
of this love
as a birthplace
of healing,
the sun
dawns
upon the
golden
waters,
I enter
the train
with the
other
passengers,
waiting
upon the
journey
to return
home

Find a special someone
and tell them something
beautiful about themselves
when they were unaware
of it, let go of what is in
your hands and go
warm a heart, who
cares what they
think, speak
from the truth
of you, allow
the words
to unravel,
the unseen
shall come
to appear,
as a star
they did
not expect
to see shining
as so luminous,
carry them within
you, hold them
safe from the
waves crashing
into their tears,
heal them,
and allow
them to
see, how
they are
far from
who they
were,
before,
they
became
your
eyes

If you are
reading this,
I want you to
trust me
when I say,
I know the
sadness you
are feeling
because
I have felt
It everyday,
I know
It's hard
being alone,
nobody sees you
and you walk alone
on the streets,
wandering,
hoping that
your heart
will be flowed
with love and
the brightness
will return to
your eyes,
time will pass,
and one day
It will, but for now,
you just have
to hold on to the
light of hope within,
It will guide you,
as a star
In the night sky,
and you will find
your home,
as a white rose,
hold your heart
unconditionally,
and the moon shall
open for it.

She was a shy, sensitive young woman with smaller hands and lean, long fingers that beautifully graced the pencil as she wrote poetry, or rather, the whispers of her heart within a small leather notebook, whenever she became curious, the dark, lustrous brown eyes would glimmer in fascination as the entire world would become you, she was not particularly beautiful though her heart was pure, remaining hidden through her poetic worlds as though listening to classical music, the streams of violins are the winds tousling her midnight hair as a dreamer of the night, her quiet demeanor and depth in thought hide her way in understanding and shaping a person or only musing about the simple beauty of the moment, she would see the stars while everyone walked past them and appreciate what others could not see at first glance, as the light once hidden among the leaves she was noticed by the one who had came closer, while placing her palm on her fair face when thick in listening, the painted portrait of the female poet always held her cup of warm tea, content in her recluse until there was a gaze upon her, opening a glimpse into her soul.

Hear my story,
for my wealth
means nothing
when I cannot share
my heart, let us sit
together as I open the
scars, revealing the raw,
beating human, hear the
rush of my blood, echoing
the unheard cries of the
the wounded and the poor,
rushing through yours, I will
widen this heart only when you
wish to open your eyes, I speak the
truth, stranger, but when you hear
my words, you shall not find any
strangeness, for we are of the same
liquid spirit, take my hand, as we collide,
snapped loose of mortality,
we are regenerated, ultimate,
Infinite, a blend of creation,
we collide with the earth
aligning to form
a world of one

The
seagulls
flying
above,
I become
as them,
being at peace
with the sea,
expecting none,
receiving all

Once upon a time,
there was a princess
named Luna, she
ruled the kingdom
of the moon, until
the queen, the former,
now elderly, ruler had
passed away, so the
kingdom disappeared
and the princess was
left to wander the
stars, her heart
was a void of
sadness after the
queen died and the
kingdom dissolved
with the mist, she
roamed the shadows
of space, until
she found a
peculiar light,
upon floating
closer, she found
the prince of the sun,
he was also sad, as
his planet was
engulfed by a
larger star, the
princess said
to him, "we are
both very sad,
so we will heal
each other"
they held hands,
feeling the power
of their hearts
glowing the
light of love,
and together,
they birthed the
new kingdom of
Luna and Sol

Why
do you
pull me
In as a
wave
and push
with the
strength
of your
wind,
why
do I
always
end up
lifting my
battered
wings
to fly
back to
your storm?
I ask questions
only my heart
knows the
answer to

Behold,
the paradise
beyond,
where you
see the
sun, and
It's light
only
reflects
the fairer
In radiance,
where
In the
deepest
silence,
As the
light
behind
a cloud,
you
rise to
the places
unseen

I had felt
a presence
as I walked
along the
shore, I turn
to see, and
the ocean
of my
soul
parts
before
you

I saw the
colossal
hearts
of this
world
destroyed
by chains,
falling down
their faces was
the residue of
their souls
as they
were watched
by cold eyes,
whose hearts
were so devoured
by the blizzard,
they could not
feel the flames
burning,
the light
of the
beautiful
ones
who broke
the chains,
and rose
as the
thousand
suns of
one

What lies
beyond the
mist, the
reflecting
ocean of
my being,
wandering
Into the
endless,
eternal fields
of the moon,
before,
I once saw
you here
In the darkness,
I heard you
ask yourself,
why am I worthy?
as a light shines
where your heart
Is, you ask yourself,  
why do I not feel
whole? I touch
your chest
with my hands,
you will
soon see,
within
you holds
everything and
the all,
the power
of love.

I smelled
the sweetness
of the flower,
and asked
the gardener, what
Is the name of this
beautiful one?
he says to me
"love
has no
name"

I am the outsider,
I live a different life,
they call me
the strange one,
speaking among
themselves, asking
why am I different,
I do not hold
the past,
I glide upon
another wave, the
people I thought
I knew soon walked
past, as the seasons
become endless,
yet the gold
within stays.

Look very closely,
once you see it,
you will sense the
magic of the mist rising
from the tea, as a
wandering
ocean of spirit
dissolves
from the body
In meditation.

A crescent moon

glows white

with

It's angelic

halo through

a shroud of

dark clouds,

soulmates

within the

shower of the

pouring rain,

love

Is the only

true sense

that's felt

when the

desert

Is misted

In dunes, when

the souls begin to feel

the depths of warmth

and the monsoon revives

the barren sands, and all

Is paradise.