Could heavens tears fall as beautifully?
                       Could clouds form with more haste?
                                             Could what I look upon steal more than my heart?

                                                         ­                                                                 ­ Mind,
                                                                ­                                                           body -
                                                               ­                                               the soul itself.

                                                        ­         So that you may feel anything, but this.


My – kind stranger whose words have inspired
the weakest of grins.
I refuse your offer.
Leave me to my moods.
For as the sea they change
and I care not to drown another.

Let me sit and feel
all that this moment has to offer
for it to shall pass.