To my dreams, I inquired
to what heights do you aspire?
To where do you fly?
With which gusts will you soar?

Yet all that replied,
the winds, perhaps of a sigh.
Wasting not seconds more,
they leapt from that nest,
perched high, but just below the rest.

They took flight,
within moments beyond sight.
I shouted and cried -
but these questions, these doubts,
more than skies they are vast!
Just a word I desire and I'll leave them to pass.

Settled, the sounds of silence around my feet.
Empty and voiceless, a resounding defeat.
And so knowing I, and my wandering eye,
there are but two paths I have now to take.
One to follow, of mind sound, that gently awaits,
The other to fly,
awry, miles high.

And without a thought at my feet,
nor a glance just behind,
I spread forth my wings and stopped trusting my eyes.
The air filled my lungs and the clouds seized my soul,
embracing at last, what it feels to be whole.

Emerging from the depths of slumber,
slowly;
eyelids fluttering to life.
A glance aside, and a vague moment in time,
begins to flood my consciousness.
Twisted blankets and ruffled sheets,
for an instant lead me to believe that lying just there,
the remnants of my lover's air.

And then, drifting slowly,
arrived,
the sinking truth of my imagination's lies.
My lungs filling up with disappointment's sighs,
quiet as the passing of time.
The desires of my mind,
both plagued and surfacing to life.

As if not just to keep me warm,
the covers hug the folds of my skin and the bends of my bones,
stifling the vast loneliness of my soul,
from seeping from the comfort of my dreams into the cold.

Lies my body, dead, awake,
A numbing hold of me one cannot shake.
No words, no say, seemingly, I lay,
while seeking out the wandering thoughts,
stumbling blind, through jungles, lost
branches crossed of heartbreak's cost,
and every leaf to fall, exhaust.

I wither beneath your beauty
and soar below your skies.
to look up, I fear,
as if to meet my true demise.

Yet how I long the touch of your embrace,
the whisper of your heart
the sun upon your face
the glow despite the dark.

And though far from your winds,
yearns the desires of my soul,
your height I aspire, a breath akin,
to fill this lonely hole.

A life of wandering through this jungle
So full of distraction.
And yet empty of meaning.
Void of sound; of love
And rays of sun beaming.

I ponder why, to even try,
When my soul sits content
Amidst winter and rain,  
I and those closest dearest,
From this pain can refrain.

Though spirits by many,
Sell in lands near and far,
I cannot with mine bear to part.
Maybe weak and naive, I am rendered,
But I will never surrender my heart.

You are the sun around which all the stars in my eyes revolve.
And Mom, while I was pretending that our worlds hovered in galaxies light years away,
in reality, you were right above me.
Where you've always been,
where you always are.
After 21 years of life I have finally realized that I need only to direct my gaze upward.
And now as I stand;
on the brink of true independence;
staring, mesmerized, looking up to you,
I can see how high I have to fly to keep from falling to the ground.
And I am grounded in my tracks,
gazing at a distance that before this moment seemed so close.
And so far from the walls of this nest, my foundation, the embrace of your arms,
will I depart,
As a sinking sensation begins to settle in my heart.
You have surrendered to me all the fruits of your labor and all the seeds of your love.
And though the roots of our ancestors have become tangled and twisted,
you should know that this tree stands strong.
Resilient to storms that have in times past knocked us to the ground and emptied us of song.
But your tree, our tree, will endure.
It will not be burned by the flaming embers of envy or ignited by the sparks of silenced truths.
It will withstand the hurricanes born by hatred and the swirling clouds of arrogance.
It will bloom forth with the brightness of the sun that shines behind your eyes,
because you,
took the time to let it grow.

I am struck.
Struck once again by the lighting of fear;
but also by that of fate.
And while I want nothing more than to fill these pages with hate,
I know deep down that the state of my heart
will endure the now undefined shape of my future.
The pile of ash that remains is just another locked door.
A mound of fallen hopes and tears to be buried beyond the depths of this floor.
And I am sure,
that what was once the key was only just a lure.
And yet, as if by monstrous waves I am nonetheless crushed over and over again.
Unsure,
whether or not the blow of one more
I will be able to endure.
Standing.
Breathing.
Thinking.
An infinite array of caves await,
whose haunted hollows the only enclaves,
where dwells the depths from which my future resonates.

My love, you are
one of the ones.
So close, but so far,
a single star of many suns.
Alone we are, together.
Yet forever, apart.
I am here, as ever,
my open, swollen heart.
Beating to the rhythm of yours.
Your words speaking,
to a voice that pours,
out every thought I'm thinking.
Free you are, I can see
the lights behind your eyes,
to greener grass, will lead,
from nothing you will shy.
I am not a key, but a door,
and you the choice, to enter,
what time urges not to explore.
A desire seeping from my center,
My core,
Left only wanting more.
Away my love I send.
A love, you are.
But this in the end,
cannot go far.