And we sit here pouring:
Tea into our porcelain cups
Our hearts out to each other
Lift burdens from our porcelain hearts

We look at people passing
And wonder where they go
If all the rushing strangers
Are real or just for show

The maddening crowd it thickens
The waves are here again
I'm drowning in existence
Your hand is all I hold

You tell me that you're cold dear
I offer you in zest
The knitted sweater that I have
That keeps warmth in my chest

You kindly shake your head
And demand for something warmer
I carefully rest your head
And fix it on my shoulder

These bones of mine
They do not
Offer much protection
But rest assured
That they will
Lift off all your tension

'Is December coming early?'
You wonder as if true
And rub our palms together
While coldly the wind blew

December was not yet due
But the end was indeed near
I sieve your hair with my hands
Like leaves with morning dew

Trickling, so did the rain
As we hid beneath the heat

Seated under the cafe lights
That light up me and you

Six feet beneath the stars
And inches apart
The distance between our lungs
Can be measured by the thumps of my heart

The brilliance of the sky
It’s as if the stars rejoice for us
And somewhere constellations loom
Bewitching even non-believers’ hearts

Nocturnes be played by orchestras
In this vast prairie of growing vines

Flickering lights shine bright again
A perfect vision of a lullaby

Just two lovers
And a million stars
A billion stars

Whoever dareth shepherd the stars?
Even four eyes are barely enough
To overlook a sky so vast

A quiet wonder strikes a chord
What be contained within these stars?

Of hopes and dreams and promises
Crackled reminders of times that past
Like flames that burn on and on and on
And laser beams from heaven’s guns
An incandescent symphony
An elegy sung in harmony
A love story without a twisted plot
These stars make tragedy come to nought

Serenity on high but yet how loudly
These stars shine for us, ever so fondly

Just two lovers
Six feet beneath
A million
Billion
Stars

Nights like these
Accompanied by the howling
Not of the wind
But of my cranium
Slowly caving in
We are swayed constantly
Like willows in the breeze
From perception to perception
Until we know not
Who we are anymore
What is to be believed?
Who is the enemy?
My thoughts have long formed legs
Not two, nor four, but plenty
But more is not always merry
They struggle to keep their balance
But fail
So I am
Traipsing with tangled feet
C l e a r
M y
M i n d
For me
Please
Buy me sympathetic placidity
Buy me apathetic innocence
Buy me antipathetic ignorance
Anything but what I am now
Would be good
I dream of blue lakes and clear skies
But do they really exist?
I sleep in a labyrinth
And wake up
To the hustle and bustle of escapees
We are all but only human
We are lost souls
We are amateurs grabbing tightly
To the manual of How To Live
While concurrently
Playing God
As if we are all that holy
I know not what I am
I know not what we all are
I sleep in a labyrinth
And I awaken
To a stampede
Of people rushing back and forth
In a desperate bid to reach the top
But the way out of the labyrinth
Is not the top
Is it?
Perhaps I am too easily shaken
Too vulnerable for my own good
But I could grapple with the notion of self-control
And perhaps I really should

What is beauty?

Does it hide in obscure places?
Does it dance to symphony?
Does it tease its own existence
So close yet out of reach?

We spend our whole lives searching
For something we can see

To excavate the vision
We think would bring reprieve

But hold on for a minute
Tightly we lose our grip

What if the beauty we see
Is just a fantasy?

Perhaps to leave a mystery
Is clearer than it seems

That beauty may be measured
By invisibility

I cross my heart
With wrinkled fingers
Drenched in wasted time

I look around
All life is gone
The crowds are empty now

I set my eyes
Upon the throne
I failed to grace upon

And set on fire
All my hopes
Of gold and silver skin

I break the mirrors
With my soul
Of omnipotent black

Retreat to where
I most belong
With salt shards in the wind

Turn on the light

Don’t let the darkness consume you
As day takes over night

Turn on the light

Relying on your glow is not enough
Krypton is but a spark

Turn on the light

Not long before the monsters in your mind
Embrace you at your door

Turn on the light

Scintillation then nothing else
Slowly you’re losing sight

Turn-

But what for you ask?
It’s bright and I can see

Well look around
You’re not alone
Darkness has placed its cards

Spring is here
We move like willows in the breeze
Permanently fragile
But yet
Managing to hold on
Somehow

Summer is here
It is the era of passion
Of making love
Sheepishly
As the sun looks on
Berating our childish antics

Autumn is here
We bleed like leaves falling from a maple tree
Our colours change at chameleon speed
But tangerine is just
A whiter shade of ruby
Our love is weak

Winter is here
We trade places like Lunar and Solar do
Solitude chills us to the bone
But we are wrapped up in sheets – of each other’s skin
Two hearts
Are warmer than one