I have seen the bliss
before the morning's dawn .
I have taken kiss from a woman
as she slept like a new born fawn .
I have seen the sun and moon set
together in a western sky .
I have seen all the reasons now
as we let our loving die .

I have seen the fog at times when
there was nothing one could see .
I have seen eternity from the mountains
all the way down to the sea .
I have seen love's kind embrace and
felt it's breath upon my skin .
But I don't even dare to dream
there will be another like you again .

Oh , I have seen paradise through
The yellow of the glass .
Tasted it upon my tongue
And it was so very nice .
I have smelled the rose's fumes
And it permanates the air
For evermore I assumed
But now face cold realities stare

I have seen the petals fall
one by one by one
I have seen the fingers slip away
until there were none .
I have this empty feeling
at the bottom of my pit
God it is so unwilling
I think I'm feeling sick

Our love has evaporated
After summer's rain  
Leaving steaming memories
Heat and searing pain
But I have not seen
Nor think I ever will
See a love again like this
Forever that's so real

Nights become bearable when
Your dream is pressed up against you
Softly her heartbeat drowns out every worry.

I waited away
For that time of day
Where you would disappear from me
Be on your way
The feeling of Fall
The leaf on the branch
The gusts of wind
The fallen dance
When will you be back
Like a dream never ending

The City in the 70s
Things painted diversely
Yet discrimination runs deep
A mother out to buy ice cream
English a foreign notion
Coming to the store
One pint of ice cream at the counter
Unable to converse
Chinese not understood
"That will be $50 he says"
Takes the money
Shamelessly
As she leaves
Ice cream for her son
Her son who did then weep
The character of a person
He knew
Defined by their actions
The seeds that you sow
Are the ones that you shall reap

Sometimes I would hold the hand that broke me, expecting it to be a barricade between me and a vehicle.

Sometimes I got so scared of the monsters under my bed,
but I didn't realize that I crawled into bed with one, expecting it to stop the nightmares it caused in the first place.

Sometimes it kissed my finger when I got a paper cut,
but never once did it cool the tobacco kissed burns on my arm.
Sometimes it whispered "I love you" with the same lips that screamed "You're worthless!"

I remember when I hated everything about it but I still craved it to stay.
I remember when it left, but its presence still breaks my bones and cuts my skin.