a vast celestial sphere
face of the earth looks perfect from up here
and as the stars begin to appear,
one that clarifies the nightfall
the sky is connected after all
you're a combination of harmonious elements,
a combination of colors; a symphony
the pieces of music you have created in every photo,
it reached me
your smiles sprinkled like a glitter
of purple flowers and raindrops
your eyes' braided with a collection of thoughts you never say
waiting to be lit like fireworks display
and your hair's a little tousled like a river
singing and swinging between joy and sadness,
it reached me
I hope this poem reaches you too,
I admire you from afar
from a different place, different language, different culture
and I may not know you and you may not know me
but the sky is connected after all,
the moon will always look back at us,
the birds will leave footprints of pathway
and the sun will always shine like you do
and maybe, just maybe, I could take a step
from that thousand miles of linear extent of space,
of interval between two points; the distance
with a simple hello
"a girl from Thailand"
© Patrick Diaz