I lost you on a stormy day
I remember it started raining
And when it stopped pouring

I was left with memories
Birds relishing the storm
Chirping and enjoying the breeze

What have I done
I shattered the windows of your thin soul
Stole the light of your blue eyes

The flowers rot away in an empty tomb
This bird will fly away soon
After the storm eats me alive

Because I love you
I need you
Maybe, I loved you too much
I was meant to lose you

You make time stop for me
Because I don't need to
Run from the past,

You are the present time and my future that has gone past
I can spend the day watching the clouds
And counting the birds like dust in an hourglass

Soon, when we are old as starry nights
We may meet soon as birds do
At the thin line of the horizon of the peach skies

Winters bite

has teeth of ice and steel

polished sharp when chill winds blow

burnished white by gently drifting snow

I am half
Of what I was
But, what counts
Is I live life to the fullest.

A poet isn't supposed to be beautiful
He is someone who is at the right place
At the wrong time, and makes it right
With his words and mind.