The tower penetrates
the puffy pink
clouds, and the
horizon squirts
sweet rain.
My face gets
sticky.
She is the sky.

In her over-wrapping arm embrace
Under the yellow banana moon
My soul finds purity and solace
As she puts love medicine on my teaspoon
  
Smothering sunset sails
On her warmth breathe and cough
As I cast my eyes upon her mouthy rove
Frosty and sugary; her impeccable love
could coat my inexperienced heart twice enough

What an over-extension of my true self and being
She is; with a fierce body and piercing eyes stare
That glitter like those little stars; still shimmering
Though from a billion yards away but seems so near

She had been cold as ice for so many years
And could no longer endure the long boring night
Come near and closer; stay forever I plead her
So she may see where my love lies

On one gloomy evening
Neighborhood stray-paws come to prey
Backyard roosters; yapping and flapping
Pillowcase feathers sprout in the color of snow grey

Got spooked suddenly; waking slumbered bind
Still blinded by freezing disbelief; an odd sight
It was, for the dreamer lost inside his own mind
Horrible animal noise should tunnel-guide to the light

Back to the cold struggling-bound world where
Deep sleep is certainly an obvious escape place
Though trickery peaceful; nothing could hurt there
Except diffuse our aura metaphysically beyond space

Between reality and fantasy, if I'm to choose
I shall go with the latter because I don't want to
Take a rifle, resume another cycle of violence noose
Knowing one day, I could forever retire to a wonderful fantasy too

Nothing we haven't seen many times before
How you forge stuffs, bending them all to your twisted will
A kind Nurse that you are; I shall mistake you for
Always checking on earth that's being terminally ill

How many times have you come visiting
To the bereaved, you are bad omen and not a hero
Costume embroidered with pocket clocks and ticking
Well, nobody's counting till life fades to zero

Lure me not to sleep with your sad lullaby
Nor accost me in the shape of an unusual passer-by
For there are a million ways to die and bid goodbye

Swooping, sliding, soaring safety
When I had my wings, ribbed dragonfly sheer
Diaphanous as worldly knowledge
Veins, membranes, and spikes
Glass-smooth at eye-line
And in between all chitin clear

Comfort, cuddling, warmly wing-wrapped
When I had my wings, silk gossamer tough
Impregnable as guileless graspings
Steel, Kevlar, and gum
-- echoes at finest
No human copies quite enough

Earnest, peering through pale wing-shields
When I had my wings, light strawberry blush
Full optimist in rosy child-sight
Hope, trust, and ease
Lucent at sunrise
But sunset wipes the pearly flush

Thorny learning came at sunset
When I lost my wings, ribbed dragonfly sheer
Conspicuous in adult hindsight
Screen drawn, and lost
Sombre in umber  
World full of weeping, sweeping clear

Our organic architect leaves the stage
Her window-pane sails, in delicate rose
Better to know the world at its worth
All sad glory
In plain sorry view
Shoulders itch, remember their clothes

When I had my wings

Have you forgiven them yet?

The moon,
for it gives you out no secrets.

The stars,
for their beauty
which often hurts your eyes.

The sun,
for it never dies, unlike us.

The dead,
for their silent smile.

Have you forgiven them yet?
I ask

myself.