People clap their hands and await

For your lithe figure claim center stage.

I watched the lights caressed your face

As sure as darkness embraced mine.

Tell me how you find me at your core,

I’m drenched in amazement in a  state so pure.



Imagination melts in your feather voice

As reality congeals in your liquid stare

Out in the sea of faces drinking your grace,

They knew their way to me like loud murmurs.



You are Temptation incarnate holding that guitar,

Where my fire lit dreams are reborn.

You ****** those delicate strings

Like how lovers stroke a beloved’s hair.



You spoke of bashful sadness,

But your melody is a sweet whisper.

Did you steal the sad poetries I wrote,

And hid them in this joyful song?



Perhaps you noticed the cords of loneliness

I wear like embellishments around my neck.

You took some strands from them

And attached to that guitar of yours.

How you command happy chords from them,

Is the mystery to unravel in this music.



But every song got a destined last note

And sadly the answers escape with it.

All the more when you conclude this performance

With a furtive smile and a lingering gaze.



Is it fleeting fancy to play that melody again?

Or hear you sing those lines of endearment?

Never been to such place

Where agony and repose are entwined,

And time is both brief and eternal.



But are you as brave, out of that stage,

To draw out your fragile heart?

I already mastered the loveliness of pain,

So please teach me the beauty of joy.

Here in the immensity of cosmos,
I thought I knew
The oceans of stars
As the oceans of earth.
Why I believed I’d found
The expanse soul of all
To contain the enormity of wisdom
I gathered over and beneath.

But then I learned,
I was some lost poet
To a long-perished supernova,
Mislead by a glutton black hole
Feeding on everything he believed
To be pure admiration from below.
Sapping both my faith and fate
And then spewed out my love
Too foreign for his taste.

Two light years gone
And so was everything I believed in,
Now I am wandering explorer
Misunderstood by what he mastered.
But like every falling star
Accompanied by a wish;
Every quivering light
Attuned to the beat
Of every man’s heart;
I heard your call,
Out of billions of beatings
Looming above and under.

So this be my eternal vow-
I’ll be the wordsmith
Loyal to the music of your soul
To letter out your symphonies;
To muster your melody;
To memorize your tone.
And with all these,
No longer be I alone
On my journey to the cosmos.
Because you and I be
The song which shall go on
Filling the immeasurable space.
That despite its galactic
Difference to what everyone knew,
Never will we be lost.
It may not be earthbound,
But we know it’s real
Like a rare flower
Seeking affinity to the universe.
It shall bloom and be remembered
As one of a kind love
In the Milky Way.

You stood there,
On the cigarette smoke
Searching for
That distant fairy
You had and lost.

I sat here,
On the smoke of coffee
Reading the
Secretive warlock
That is you.

Entities of fairyland,
They stole your heart
And returned it to you shattered.
On empty wine you bottled up
The tears I traced in your eyes.

At all dimensions you conjure me,
Messages dressed on odd semantics,
So my heart sheds red river
Channeled through this pen, dried to dark blue
By the icy air around us- I lettered the thoughts.

Your bottled tears,
My lettered thoughts,
The potent spell
Binding us to this torment,
Let’s break it for once.

Nicotine on your lips,
Caffeine on mine,
Let’s speak the words of humans.
Abandon our depths and mysteries,
Demystify the things between.

Don't say that I don't know you,
That twenty- lettered name I know too well,
Eventhough I'm not the one
Who'll share it from you
Or present you its heir.
If you still doubt it,
Your middle has twelve,
Making it thirty two.

Do you know my chosen holiday?
It's the seventh day of the third month.
But does the fifteenth day of spring
Held significance to you?
Not if it is the twenty fourth of each month.

I know you even if I rest my sight-
The air tells me your presence,
For haven't the hands of your hair
held my fingers?
Or didn't I memorized
The scope of your waist
And the pattern followed by the hair
on your back and arms?
But do you remember the hands and eyes
That set the quest on them?

I only failed to learn
The legend of that scar on your forehead
And under it,
Or the fantasies kept by your palms.
How I crave to fasten myself to you
The way your specter clutch my chest
night and day.

Should I press what I beseech?
Do you sing your song to me?
Should I ask?
I only tell you
I know who gave that ring
Which binds you,
The same way I'm sure,
Once you step in,
I'll never drive you away.

Those twin galaxies of yours
Beckoned on my sister oceans'shores.
I swam away, I heard the lore,
'A furtive glance will ask for more.'

I hid beneath these bitter waters
heaven graciously showers,
And sank to their esoteric depth-
My treasured detaching step.

But these shrouds are latent webs,
Impalpable yet enthralling herbs,
That compelled those galaxies
Towards my oceans'caged reveries.

Astral lights came flowing
On my secret crevices - cosmic cunning.
On faint surrender, oceans reflected
Those lights thought connected.

But you feared degrees unknown,
Ceased the sailing, you will never own-
They you thought mastered the song of lorelei,
The depths you will die.

Was it that shed leering glimmer
From distant galaxies hover
Around the interval that mist covers
And stirring these waters?

My immensity is foreboding,
Your vastness is deceiving.
Would our core surface, if in mist
You linger and I in abyss?

You intoxicate me with cosmic light nothing can sober,
But refuse to drink from my oceans' water.
Your galaxies shine on infinity
But are not my property.

You are locked on a cache, no one could immerse,
Owned by some private universe.
The lore of your galaxies, a blurred maze,
An immortal quest to my gaze.

Puzzled are my oceans
As to how Phobos fills them  like cold rains
While submerged in your galaxies'
Wine well-stored among memories.

They are weary troubled how,
Daunted to even gaze at them now.
For doubt sprung from fragments
Of galaxies' reined luster, now torments.

On what their distant lights state
I faithfully patterned my fate,
As if what to happen they have said,
But why do they seem misread.

Does a thousand light years it take
To reach me and have me awake?
Is it just  the supernova of the past
That still holds my trust?

For what really lies there unknown
Are blackholes of stars too late shone.
Ascribing me to circling swarm-
Sapping sanity to my harm.

Tell me you are no blackhole
For I'm no barren ocean you'll fall.
We are both lost in tidal capture
But groping to gain rapture.

I know my oceans set you adrift
But forbid you any dip.
Well, I'm afloat in your galaxies
That don't elevate queries.

Prostrate me by resonant shining,
Break latent conquest we're in.
You'll see their reflected glitter
As I submit to your luster.

Rain taps the earth
and fills it,
But there's a chest
empty
Of your galaxies'
knocking.

Against the coldness,
Couples reached,
Feeding each one
With fire they held,
While a soul
Sought warmth
from the cold memory
of the brief chance
you touched.

Rain taps the earth
And fills it--
Loud to the ears
Of that sole listener,
When others are gone deaf
By the dreams
They sing
in pairs.

Rain taps the earth
And fills it--
The road is not lonely,
Only that soul
Under the umbrella
Which could not
be shared
with you.

Somewhere
In the tapping of rain
That fills the earth,
You are remembered
By the soul
Whose own angel
Is called
With a thousand others
To bring you home
safe,
Blessed with the
love
elected
unholy.