Night falls
we travel like falling stars
trailed by one another,
we chase the earth
for a common space
and there, we melt gently
and bid a beautiful good bye.

What if, my love, we were born
in an altered world
with your watercolors
and my panoramas
on the wall---
we can become the people
you never painted
and eat wedding breakfast on the table.

What if, my love, I can declare
that I'm the flower you picked
in the garden
and the only star you gazed
at night---
Perhaps, love could be
a sweet sweet thing
if only.

I want to know how it feels to flow in a quiet river
while my skins burn in a ray of your sunlight,
face the wild uproars of our temperament
and find myself in the fortress of your embrace,
your arms sail away in a large body of ocean
to meet mine, to fill the empty spaces of our longings,
grow a delicate flower with rocks and hardest bones
and love, and love you still.
Was it something dangerous
To flow, to love?

You said
we should chase the sun
before it sets
capture it with our
own little hands
and make it ours.

You said
we should embrace the moon
and keep it for a while
as we give ourselves
into the song
of night.

You said
we will never forget
the alignment of stars
even when it begins
to hide
forever.

You said
we will wait
til we know what's
love again----
behind these trees
standing longer than
a decade years.

You said
we will hold
but it is
us
we tend
to
lose.

Love.
You came like aurora
appearing with the mist
of a cloudy horizon
carrying the boundless
admiration of your oceanic eyes.
You waited over bridges
we’re about to cross.
In calmness
and life bouys
directing my heart
in a field where dragonflies
are coupled with yellow grass
along the revealing peak
of a mountain and smoke
coming from last night’s bonfire.
Love.
All I feel for you now
is love.

Right after days
of silence and solitude
we, in pursuit of spaces
and magical grounds
collide in blue
dream-like refuge
far and allied
closely with birds
in harmony and array
I in berceuse,
you in dors.

The movement of your fingers
forms lines I can only imagine
in the night
like tracing constellations
or counting stones
beneath the river miles.
I hear you play
in a certain distance,
between seas where the earth
ends.
I listen,
And welcome it fully,
And slowly,
slowly,
become part of
its melody.

Wherever.
There my heart rhymes.