Your clear eyes, a sea of accumulated raindrops, started to ripple as I touched the surface.
In your depths I dived; neither sinking nor losing air— never drowning despite the rough waves of unchartered waters.
With no fear of trenches as deep as the Mariana's, or fear of undercurrents as mysterious as the Bermuda's, I sought further to know why I felt more familiar in the water than on land.
Floating, swimming, breathing underwater; I stayed warm in your gaze, in the calm of you.
I found myself at home when I looked into your eyes.
For Joel/LJY, being 22 isn't so bad after all. And it only gets better from there. You once said the eyes are your favorite part of a person. I hope you know your eyes are my favorite, just like how I love the sea.
i could never listen to your voice; my ears could never hallucinate. i could never look at you for so long; my eyes could never hold your gaze. i could never measure your big hands; my fingers and yours could never lace. i could never be in your solid arms; my hands—liquid—could never encircle your waist.
but i think i could be on your mind and i could be written in your heart: if you read the words that i write when you pick up this poem and start.
I know of a girl With small hands That write small letters, But with a mind so wide Like her arms opened For a comforting embrace. Few spoken words at first That ring with cautious clarity Then grows in depth and length. Tiny capillaries that connect To the biggest heart I've heard Whose louder beats echo From where she stays. Little feet which will carry her To a larger place some day. Her name may mean "small," But she's so much more than most of all.
To Ate Pau, thank you for everything in the past year and in our future years to come. I'll see you sooner than we know it.