Im pretty good at magic.
Not a sentence I ever thought I'd write because I'm bad at party tricks
And could never identify which one was your card

Lately though, I've been studying with someone
Someone so much better at magic than
I am, I find shivers of joy at every touch

I've seen this woman make ritualistic sacrifice in the name of a better future

Ive seen the clouds bend at the knee, and recoil so that she may see the moon

I've seen smoke clouds dance around her tear stained cheeks as if the bubbling passion underneath were burning off the tears as they fell.

Ive fallen into a deep and unbreakable spell by listening to her bird like songs

Ive seen her fight demons turned cruel by the tides that change at her very wish and baptize the hearts of men in pools of love in its purest, most volatile form

I've seen her tears freeze with sadness as if she were a beautiful portrait frozen in time

Ive seen her curse Gods only for them to bow their heads in shame and apologize like sheepish guilty children.

And sometimes when shes asleep at night,
I can see the angels that come nightly to inspect their fallen sister and ensure her safe travels through the world

I can only hope that I am just as skilled in this craft of passion and evolution
To be able to one day call her truly mine

I seek starlight from burnt out hearts,
where gaseous clouds swirl about
sparkling with the glittering infinity,
living far above and away from me;

Like minded fantasies of spiraling galaxies
swelling with stellar hope
till I succumb
to the collapsed sun
of humanity's
black hole.

I saw you glide around the basketball court today like the floor was made of freshly polished glass.
You didn't falter once.
You slid as easily as ball bearings across an endless marble table.
Circling & spinning & swaying & twirling.
Your dress was polka dot.
It whipped sharply in the wind.
I watched you skate until you rolled away, onto a gravel path.
Although your absence was as silent as the drifting of your blades,
As the sky went dark, I really wished you would have stayed.

i liked how i opened you
from the depths within our small world
how i pushed you out of the blue
now, nothing is blurred

i adore how you speak with so little words
from the way you choose the phrases you tell
how one word from you i instanly get absurd
now, i realized, i have fell

i love how you remember the smallest of the things
from my strange fascinations to my ordinary repulsion
how you remind me of my often mood swings
now, everything's just a memory fraction

i liked how you opened me from my own
i adored how you can have such patient with me
i loved how you always get me in any tone
now, I'm letting you free.

You watch as moments are surrounded by an iridescent envelope
They transform into memories that float towards the sunset sky
Colouring the shadows with their flamboyant reds,
Resting in the clouds amongst soft blues
Prismatic and vibrant as they become the entourage
That accompany the sun’s goodbye
And eventually, they're gone, light years away
Now a part of a glittering nebula somewhere far
 
The night comes charging with its sombre hues,
Decorated with stars, waiting for you
To collect your dreams and take them far
And you watch as your dreams are tied with luminous ribbons
As they float above towards a boundless sky
To meet your memories somewhere in between
And before you feel the new day arise
They become one, entangled within your mind
 
And as you recall those beautiful days,
Those minutes from another time,
your memories will meet all your dreams
And come back to you
Surrounded by a foreign fluorescence
Disguised as gifts of time.

Could you speak the language of the eyes?
Could you describe how do they look at something with adoration?
Could you talk with the love that radiates off its screen?
Sure, you would use many words of appreciation which are tainted with a hint of sarcasm. Their beautiful meanings muddied by the tumblr life.

Words cannot be enough for what the eyes want to tell.
Words cannot depict how they lit up with rage, with every roots fueling from fear.

If you want to understand its mute language, look within yourself.
For the heart is your translator and as they always said 'the heart is the gateway to the soul'.

I'm just a shadow
An unfamiliar name with a strong desire
to learn everything about your existence

Sa bawat paglipad ng diwang mapanglaw,
handang mararating ang di masasaklaw,
wari'y walang pagal yaring paglalakbay,
kahit saang sulok ng sansinukuban.

At saang dako man akong magmamasid,
ikaw bukod tanging nakita ng isip,
kung masilayan man ang loob niring dibdib,
laging larawan mo ang ninitang wangis.

At sa pagkahiga't hanggang sa maidlip,
ikaw yaring dalaw sa hapo kung isip
at ang laging huling mutawi ng bibig;
"Makapiling nawa, kahit panaginip".

At sa pamimitak ng bukang liwayway,
tanging hinihiling na masisilayan,
ang iyong pagngiti kahit sulyap lamang
at di ipagkait ang sigla sa araw.

©Raffy Love Canoy |April 2020|