Before I burn
This diary,
I will gently
Rise my bent knee
And name you
My humble wishes:

Offer me sanctuary.
Be my peace of mind.
Grant me your summer smile
In days of wintery rain.
I will faint and return
By the grace of your autumn air.
I will beat the wind
That rises tides out of your kind hearted soul.

I want to fall asleep
And feel the sun on my face
Sheltered in your arms,
Caressed by your fingers.

I will greet many days
And reach out many smiles
If the only life I have left
Remains blessed
By your presence,
My love.

how many sunrises is a lifetime worth?

I didn't think danger had a face,
I saw you and I saw red beauty,
Plump, ripe lips,
My strawberry kiss,
You taste just like chaos feels.

You sold yourself sweet,
Red beauty,
In every book left unread,
The only thought in my head.
I could never find a warm lover,
In eyes, cold as these tombstones
Which we now embrace.

Sunsets asphyxiate skylines,
Tear lines, fate lines,
I think God wanted to see his favourite fall

Tantalizing fruit, stains like wine
On the mouth,
There is red beauty in a kiss,
And angels aren't so kind,
But neither are you.

The spontaneous momentums
of my wild laughter
try to keep up
w/ all these insane rides of my life.

I know me well and I lack discipline.
But that won’t mean a thing tomorrow,
because I’ll live more, and I’ll know better.

When you and I talked for hours on end
we sheltered on each other’s hopes & dreams,
and promised never to fear crossroads in our journey.

We let go of that strange need for constant presence,
because where there is friendship, there is a place
with warmth enough to sleep by the fire.

When you came to me in tears, lost in your own world,
I talked you out of it and showed you mine,
and you smiled: “How can you be so happy?”

And I said:
“I choose the color of my days.”

The universe was a given
from the get-go,
and we are flowers that can choose
to grow, each day.

It has been said before
many times
by different words,

but happiness happens.

when dawn arise,
I will forget who I am
and kiss the earth.

I might smile a thousand suns
and cry a thousand moons.

If it’s all the same to you,
I’d like to be alone
until our time feels right.

You were the dream I never expected to come true,
but now you are here.

I am blessed:
The dawn is rising with you.

I write to you again, friend.
Before the end of winter,
I hope we can look back
to the sweet recollections
of another season.

I learned that
there is a place called home
which brings me great comfort
by the fireplace, where hearth is endless.

But now that
the heady days of spring are near,
I must say I'm relieved from chopping wood
and throw salt into the fires.

I'm confident that
every season is a blessing and a curse,
that the music is loud or low according to our dancing feet
and everyday is a painting of many true colors.

So it does not mean more than a second of a minute
that we are here again, at the edge of ourselves, of life.
I'm in love with all that I can love,
and making love last is all that matters to me.

I'll always near you with a soft smile and eternal grace,
because I have a light that shines around me
and you have it too, if you believe that
life is as fair as you let it be,
and the world will become yours in your own way,
because all you see is yours, for that beautiful
precise moment in space and time
where your eyes touch the light,
and that same light is born again, out of darkness.