Sometimes I envy those earphones.
They got the freedom to sing to you.
How intimate a whisper can be?
As there are lyrics in my heart
Still seeking the right notes.
How can your footsteps be so comforting?
Your whistle the sound I miss in silence.
Your voice like milk poured in a glass
And your laughter like the gentle rain in summer.
Every sound of you I memorized
But will you ever hear me?

There must be more wisdom
Caressing your tiny white hairs
Than to care who is right or wrong
Or argue about who makes excuses or truths.

I'd rather trace the map of your past
On your unshaved face or wrinkled forehead
Than to guess the answers
In your wordplays or wordwars.

I think it is better to enjoy your food
Than think about how your belly got bigger.
I still find something **** in your dancing steps,
In your silent smile or whispered words.

I would rather imagine your arms around me
Than your absence on my weekends or my tomorrows.
But I also enjoy the safe distance when our eyes meet
Or the dangerous proximity smelling your presence.

I got pictures in my head of your romanticized image.
Memorized by my heart beating louder than your colorful watches.
Why should I think about possibilities of regret?
When I can just follow my bliss here with you.

He showed himself today;
A trespasser on the land where leaves reign.
The morning sun proved his Achilles heel,
In the space where my inner soul
And the outside world collide.
“I can see you.”
The words are a dance -
Hot chocolate and cotton-candy,
Swirling sluggishly together in sweet adoration;
He melts at the exposure.
And at the tip of her engine roaring lips
Heat divulged his truth, young and bare –
The David fighting the Goliath air.
Surrender your almond sun skin and
Forfeit the strawberries in your hair.
He feasts and diminishes,
With no appreciation for the warmth,
But coal coated shame burning into ash
As bloodied juices dangle in anguish.
The calendar vigorously holds deep, intrepid letters:
“Beyond the Autumn lines, Winter quivers with fear.”
Sealed lips savor their secret:
Winter just trespassed here.

His eyes drank too much starlight looking skyward.
But it was not enough to blind him of his shadow.
The stark background to a glittery dream.

Wish we could cement moments in honey,
And have them shine like amber
In the sunlight of our memories.

Love dancing in frozen light.
Anger drowning in liquid shadows.
Pain fading in luminescent air.
Joy getting pure in cold fire.

You became the Sound of the Real Past,
The Smell of Imagined Present
and
The Sight of Remembered Future.