You are my brother, my friend, my confidant.
At times you serve as my rock, my reason to go on.
And the hard thing is to know you have to leave for Mom,
And that when I need you most you'll be gone.
But when you come home
You'll find a place beside me
And with any hope you'll find your best friend too
Where we can be young and free.
When you are away, know you aren't alone
And that we'll help you to be strong, to keep pushing on.
And when things are at their worst,
I will be here for you and for Mom.

if you love me
give me a blazer
when I shiver in winter.

if you love me
give me water
when I am thirsty in summer.

if you love me
give me your hand
when I cross the water.

if you love me
peep into my heart
when silence creeps  on my face.

if you love me
look at my eyes
when they speak nothing.

if you love me
love me much and I love you
for I love myself.

It's in the sound of the crashing waves,
the feeling of the warm earth under my feet,
the smell of salt in the summer air.

It's in all of these simply beautiful things that I
see, feel, hear, smell
love
you.

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

The layers peel
With a severe ease
Sub-dermal lament rides
Desire

Peeling

Cracking drafts of promises
Too familiar, too simple
Latent memory unveiled
Need

Peeling, peeling

Like dead skin from a sunburned thigh.