Sweet ocean ! Oh , my sweet rocky shore .
what a residues !
longing embers, soundless weeps and journeys ends .


Sleep now and dream ,
Your stranded breathes give birth to spring
Lonely for the ocean .
Oh, you lovely sleepy head , soon you will see
The sea buckled with calling ships.
Soft strokes of night breeze brush shall paint
Canvas of this dripping ache into light-filled
Cracks on bleeding darkness , keys for
Long time forgotten doors and sinful daring wind
Weaving your hair between its dancing waves.


You sweet ocean ! Oh, my sweet lonely shore.
What a residues!
Tortured dreams, feeble hopes and fleeting stars.


Sleep now and dream,
Skies melded through every tenacious scars as
Enthralling map of new-found stars.
Oh, you dear weary head, soon you will see
Cosmic sprinkling magic in your too long waited
Gazes, tickling those rusty pale cheeks setting
Them into heart warming giggles.

Lay down and let those sand soaked happy toes
Just to give up....
Scared waves trading their blessing to win
Your still lung for a sigh of relief
And your dawn flavored lips for a mumbles of our old oaths,
This is our home ship.

Enchanted by spring’s
rustling whispers
     ... whistles swirl
in the pungent springtime breeze;
steeped with a bedazzling
        cadence
   heart dancing
to a hummingbird’s
         whirs

   waves of breath,
of little wings waft,
whooshing throughout
twining honeysuckle lattice
       a
tiny manger
beset of hidden gold
precious speckled eggs, 
silver lining of smallest hopes
   fruits of fruition
   continuum beheld prize,
concealed in interwoven rootlets;
   
potently perfumed flowers
       while away
the waning dark hours;
swollen full flower moon
           waxing yellow,..
         heavenly fragrance
sweetly-scented suckled nectar
  
the one with eyes of a child,
   wonder ― hidden inside,  
   marvel in the light of grateful eyes
imbibing an unholdable moment's
    spellbinding elixir 
    ... poetry alive

air  so poignantly perfumed
       with blossom
        moonstruck
by spring’s frolicking cadency
a reverent moment's
edifying intoxication

       a sobering beauty that just is...



someone ... May 2017

There is a shift in the air
        a divergent current, before an
              outpouring of shredded clouds.

                                   There is a difference
                             in the air
                                    said our reflections,
                                             irises caught in thin veins.

           There are creases upon my dried conscience
                  the sadness tears out of my eyes
                                       Threading my past memories
                              into cycles of fallacies.

                                         Yes, it must be something in the air
                                               the air we both grew up in
                                                 the breaths we smeared upon
                                                          birthday candles months apart.

                                                         ­            We had the same troubles,
                                                                   corresponding doubles,
                                                        ­    the same ventilation of lungs.

               Then the past settled, we grew up
                            our face darkened,

                          So I let out a flash of laughter
                                                your hissing thoughts closely pursuing it
                                                              ­       like two strands of lighting
                    Perforating the piers of my gut
Sure to switch off
                                           My Volatile Heart.

Whenever I hear a buzzing
I freeze
my body in fight or flight mode
for the bee, the wasp,
maybe even the fly
or whatever could hurt me really
people will say
"Calm down, it's just a bee,
it can't hurt you"
But the world can be a scary place
I know
I have seen it
I have come back from the dark
too many times to ignore it
fought off monsters too many times
to believe they do not exist
so the familiar humming, low drone
of a flying insect
is a sound many can ignore
and just bat away
but it reminds me of the sting of
many experiences that came before it
so I freeze
and stand on guard
waiting for whatever can hurt me
to pass
never truly relaxing
knowing that things that sting
can come around
all too often.

I have to wonder
when do you think of me?
is it when you are free?
alone and let be?

I have to wonder
what is it that you see?
what keeps bringing you back to me?
what makes you stay throughout the color changes of a tree?

I have to wonder
are you afraid too?
of what we might lose?
That must be why I keep trying with you.

I have to wonder
if the ceased "I love you"s and "good night"s are results of that fight.
If it's me that's losing sight
or if it's you that's crashing this flight.

I have to wonder.