Oh how long I have been waiting
Alone in this table for two
But one glance from across the room
I knew it was you.

At the right time.
At the right moment.

Silver clouds
Summer rain
A change of pace
in quarantine.
I look beyond,
majestic skies
I long to wander
the great outside.

"So you fancy yourself a writer?
One who dances with words?"

"And one who travels in worlds, sings stories of youth.
One who wonders and wanders, and seeks the depths of the truth."

"And she rhymes too. I do hope to have her sight soon, for chances to make her swoon.
So where does she go, and with who
Sights of gold meant for two?
If lights do shine for one,
could i be one with you?"

"Distance is only just a number, and the words will be our bridges.
And if the lights do shine for us,
Then let the night be our witness."

"So then I must build and travel. Across the world and under stars.
With hope, and hope alone that one day will be ours."

"Hope is a riddler, and life is a fiddler.
And hope--hope will be the silver in the clouds of gray.
And hope is having to meet you, on a one fine day."

"So what should I do, or where might I go?To make real a dream, effort I am keen
To have you; words something more that I can read."

"Oceans--the oceans divide us
But the sky surrounds us.
And I live in the land of people from all walks,
The "promised land"--
The land that promised bounty
The land that promised ecstasy."

"I've seen the sun set over the sea, greeted the man who I call me.
There are times in my life when he will suddenly leave,
but I wish for one day when you two meet."

Quarter to midnight,
we rise to the highest peak.
Clothed in nothing but moonlight,
drunk as you fill me in.
Didn't want to rush,
you just had to push it in too deep,
All you did is touch,
Savoring the feel of your heartbeat--
Sweet ecstasy.

Rain drops on the pavement.
The cold wind blows ahead.
Blank stare while I’m waiting,
for a fading memory.
Everyday’s the same thing,
but a little less of you.
My heavy heart is lifting,
for a thrill of something new.
You made me feel I’m falling
and then I guess I fell.
But down here on the ground
I guess it’s hard to tell.
But it’s strange when I remember,
and it’s strange when I don’t care.
It’s strange to think that
I think I’m over you.
It’s strange to feel not
to feel anything for you,
It’s a change of space, pace
Ways rearranged.
It’s a change of space, pace
Days not the same.
And we’re getting better
at being strangers.
So better that it’s strange.

Your shoes are yours to fill,
and only yours to wear.
Your shoes are yours to change,
and only yours to possess.

Your shoes will take you
to the destination you so desire;
Because darling, your shoes
will never be the same as mine.

Cold February wind
Blows unto my face,
Bold dandelion skies
Whisper their goodbyes.
Busy streets alive,
As many tread on the roads.
And darling you might be far,
But to you I’m coming home.
Through the music in my ears.
Through the rhythm of my feet.
Through the replays of my memories,
And my unbridled heartbeat.

Velvet dusk
And the city opens its thousand eyes
Busy streets and tired minds
My heart longs for your touch

And I go home
With traces of you in me.
And I sleep well
With you in my memory.

Small frame but big ambitions
Small steps but a steady direction
Small girl with a great mind,
Strong, independent, and kind.
The world is big and the road is tough,
You may be small,
But you are more than enough.

My crooked teeth is my thorn
But your eyes twinkle when you see me smile
And tell me “You’re beautiful,
like that of a goddess divine.”
And darling from then on,
You made me find my peace
That I can still be as radiant,
Despite my crooked teeth.

Knives aimed, thundered voices;
Feeble thoughts and shallow reasons;
Blinders on, deafened ears;
Fragile freedom on her knees.
Shame on your bloodied hands!
Shame on your hollow conscience!
This is where it begins--the depths of her despair;
In muffled breaths of dead air.

The future is uncertain
like a blank canvas,
And you are the painter
of your masterpiece.
Each stroke is important,
as each color is precious.
And your portrait is
the sum of your life's lessons.

Dive with me in the sea of clouds
To search for what we lost and found
A joyful hopeful serenade
Echoing from far away.

And further down the sea of haze
We find a golden manta ray
With wings so strong to dance around
To guide the travelers safe and sound.

“Where will you go, my dearest friend,
What do you seek this very moment?”

“A song so beautiful like summer rain,
A song I haven’t heard in years.”

The manta ray began to glow
“Follow me and off we go!”
We swam beyond the evergreens
And swam against the northern winds.

We float into the ocean breeze,
Sang our battle cry ferociously.
Soothed our tired arms with our histories,
And rose again to find our piece
Of puzzle we have sought for long
How many months was that ago?
For the manta ray to lead us through
The cliff we once dove right into.

“Oh, my dearest friend, I don’t understand,
Why you brought us here to this barren land?
We searched for life into the sea of clouds,
But you led us here, the long way around?”

The manta ray held its breath,
The silence seemed so deafening.
But there it was, the echoing;
A song of love beneath the winter chill.

“You might think this was all for naught,
But you never lost the song you sought.
Forged from fire, your friendship brings
Warmth that only a heart can sing.”

Oh what joy to dance again,
To lose oneself in the merriment!
How long we pursued, while the truth eludes,
In the sea of clouds, we were born anew.

And in the final moment
Of the final beat,
The manta ray began to retreat!
Lightning blue
Indescribable hues
“This is how far I’ll go,
I wish you well.”
And in the end,
our manta ray friend,
Shed a tear so iridescent.

“We’ll meet again, please don’t forget
A heart that sings is eternal;
The serenade is in the journey of every step,
And the warmth of friendship is universal.”