she sits by the bay window
of her favorite coffee shop
the Little Prince's and Bowie's girl
yes, both boys are her main bop
.
a child of the mysterious moon
who lives among constellations of stars
and quite recently
a certain sun captured her heart
.
she's shooting away for photographs
like how her pentax captures existence
he's shooting cupid's arrows
both converging into the distance
.
a well-rounded young lady
whose words will put you on edge
i read her poems and our messages
like stories that tuck me in bed
.
we have the same good friend
--who's called guitar
on some days i dream with them both
to play a gig at a bar
.
she's a protector of the flora
and lover of the trees
buddies with the fauna
nature's beautiful grown camaraderie
.
a lone traveler to cities and worlds
and sometimes to outer space
and other times just in her room
with her mind, pen and journal in place
...
despite us being born at different times
somehow both our lives rhyme
so remember: every day and every night
i love you, soulmate of mine

Give me a minute
To read the stars
Lamenting in their stories
Their laboured twinkling far and sparse

Give me this moment
To stumble and swoon
My branches reaching for
The faraway moon

Give me a while
To be one with the universe
Hear the colliding planets
As they spill their mournful verse

Give me some time
To plot my rightful place
Within my uncharted galaxy
And collapsing space...