i have longed to meet
one person who loved reading
one who lived more lives; still living
a wight athirst to read and relive each setting
tingling and searching a story for him to walk with his feet

i
never knew
that disasters —
catastrophes

could be something  like this

it
can be
as good as
a morning sunshine
greeting you with a kiss


a
blooming flower
vibrant
and in bliss

a
kid so happy
while opening a gift

and i never knew that
disasters can be beautiful
and that it could mean--- you

"i am no poet"

that was
b    e      f     o    r      e
i knew
how to play
with words
i do not say

before
i knew
how to mend
the trust that is bent

before
i knew you
and what
heartbreaks really meant

these
f    e    e   l    i     n    g   s
never
deserved
any
r   e   c   o    g    n    i     t   i    o   n




no
metaphor
is worthy
to
d    e     s     c     r    i     b    e




this
l      i      t      t     l     e
secret
that
i
h          i            d        e




yet
your
n­ame
r     h     y     m     e     s





with
every word i
t     h     i       n      k



which
makes my
h    e     l     p    l     e     s      s
heart
s        h        r       i        n      k

i locked up
my heart in a
c     h      e        s      t  

buried it
d     e       e     p
beneath the earth


of false
    h      o      p         e    
and droken dreams

now I'm
searching for the
k                  e               y

from the
one who holds it
d       e       a        r     l      y