Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry

If the stars above could paint the vast, vivid realm
That seeks shelter in your eyes,

Would it be fair to decline?

Or perhaps, it was always meant for us
To wave goodbye at the end of time.

Love is not just flags of red or green
It's a mixture of blue yellow,
Along with the white you tend to call cream,
It has phases, parts of a story that slowly unfolds,
It has breaks but no ends,
Bad moments that come and go,
Creating a unique kind of flow,
Sometimes everything's fine,
But sometimes we do need time,
The comfort is there along with the safety,
Your arms always there to protect me.
~inciya

Had I been older
And you younger
I would have fallen
For you like bricks
Tumbling into the heart

I looked at my old window
Slathered in sun
Remembering the ice
Swimming across the glass
In days long gone
The sound of your voice
A gentle whisper
Like the winter wind
Roaring as fire
Now drowning in memory
And patient desire
Melting

We built a bridge with laughter and tears,  
Through moments shared across the years.  
But now the weight of silence grows,  
A space where once connection flowed.  
  
What once was bright now fades to grey,  
And words once easy slip away.  
No fight, no flame, just drifting wide,  
A quiet end where hearts divide.  
  
I'll cherish all the times we knew,  
But now I walk a path that's new.  
Though parting leaves a gentle ache,  
I hope we heal, for both our sake.  

I miss you.

.     If I was a tree in a forest
      where all that was different
      were seasons and I being a
      deciduous felt shame.

      Empty crows nests is all I
      would have to show for my
      entire years work as all my
      leaves scattered in the wind.

      The evergreens are so up
      themselves and would you
      look at their roots, set in the
      exact same soil as ourselves.

      Those pines give me the pip
      standing there prim and proper
      not a branch astray, what a
      homogeneous bunch of jerks.

      One day they too will get their
      comeuppance and be brought
      down to earth like everyone else,
      the Stihl wind can blow at anytime.