The more I get to know people,
the less they get to know me.
But from what I have seen in people,
I am stripped with irregularity
like a bumblebee.

It was 6: 09 on a Tuesday when I skated on Saturn's rings.
I spun and twirled as gravity sang.
At 6:10, I almost fell into space but gravity was my saving grace .
Ethereal creations like Saturn left a blissful imprint on my mind,
somehow, something so vehement and volatile remained so kind.

So, I thanked Saturn for its company.
It sits in space, ever so lovely !
I will prepare for my next visit as it awaits.
Staring at the sky , I smile, itching to exit
the atmospheres gates.

Dance with the masked beast
as the arpeggios sound.
Dip your head into the wind,
ignorant of the ground.

The enigma you dance with is
as alluring as the moon.
Without a blush but with desire,
you silently swoon.

The night air caresses the melodies
as well as your soul and
beneath the mask is a being unlike any,
with marks and scars all from witchery .

As you waltz, unaware of the witchcraft,
love will surely unfold.
As the beast moves, aroused by this waltz
and your embrace, there is no more cold.

An icy heart is melting
The curse is lifting
The stars as shining
This waltz is bliss
Now, he seeks your kiss.

Within the abundance of beauties,
ranging from single cellular beings
to more complex beings like ourselves
and animals, stellar objects in the cosmos
and other objects here on earth,
there is still room for loneliness.

Because as we marvel and wonder about
the gifts of life as well as its essence,
we remain just human.

Our feelings still manifest. The problem
is communication. We cannot communicate
with earths and the cosmos's endless beauties.
There are many waterfalls, streams and stars.
We cannot communicate with them.

Loneliness slowly creeps in as we
are entranced by the universe, time
and earth.
When we are encompassed with our thoughts,
the greatest tragedy is when we cannot express them.
Maybe others care, maybe they do not.
The question is, are we willing to endure the pain
of silence ?

What is life when we cannot share our fears
and our greatest successes?
Our hopes and dreams,
thought and overall feelings ?

What is the essence ?

He nodded to what she said
but smiled at what the other wore.
His hands wrapped her like a blanket
as they sat by the shore .

Although, his other hand
was preoccupied with lies and deceit.
She waited at the table beside an empty seat.

I
In those arms you crave,
the doubts don't misbehave.
Embraces and kisses
sparked the endless wishes.

The halo you saw during the allure
ignited the trust and propelled the lure .
Like a moth to a flame,
like a Notre to a Dame .

II
It's in these laughs we share
as we smile ear to ear.
It's in those days where
as simple hug is needed.
It's in the times our faith never depleted.

Days pass, years too
as time never lasts
but joy keeps the hear in tact .