I'd never wished for
anything fancy and glittery
and bright
other than a glimpse
of Borealis.

But when a shooting star came,
it made me witnessed
how a single hope
could mean a galactic miracle.

And right there,
when I hoped for nothing
more than a blink of amazement,

my galaxy aligned its stars
to open the universe
I never imagined
I'd be able to see...

He thinks she's precious
but it's the other way around.

He sees stars in her eyes;
she reaches universe
with his touch.

And while he forsees
his future with her,
she was busy

nurturing
their safest haven.

I wrote a story
with an ending not so well.
For the main that I have chosen
chose to leave the chapter.

And so I had no choice
but to close the book
and put it on a shelf
where it truly belonged.

Until one windy day,
a clean sheet of paper
blown by the wind
sat on my lonely den.

And right there
I gave birth to two:
prose and poetry
they call them.

One I nurture for long lasting,
the other makes me lost in a while.

both of them
I found
in a new main
I won't get tired of
writing all my
new beginnings with.

Been grieving over
an unfinished story
only to realize
how I had been wasting time
waiting for an ending
that has already been there

hanging on elipsis.

He flows like a river
and as his waters fall down,
a heart of stone hath melted.

She nurtures like earth
on ground she keeps her feet,
she made home for his lost soul.

Oh what a mess had been created
the moment these two
hath met!

But even in muds,
a lotus sprouts.

and no matter how chaotic
it might appear...

some things bloom within.