To love is to wonder, “What is wonder?”
To find myself lost in, her eyes of green,
To quake from my heartbeat, strong as thunder,
Dreaming that she loved me, what would it mean?

To love is to wonder, “What is wonder?”
To never unsee, her angelic face,
Utterly helpless, her spell I’m under,
Could I feel her love, held in her embrace?

To love is to wonder, “What is wonder?”
To not have her image, out of my sight,
But not let this dream, tear me asunder,
Dream she’s in love with me, all day and night.

To love is to wonder, “What is wonder?”
To vanish in love, the moment she looked,
A love forever, that never shunned her,
Wonder, O wonder, on her love I’m hooked.

In the crazy busyness of the day
where electric sounds suffuse,
even a little chat is often a freeway
of words and noise.

And in the midst, he tells me
“Just be yourself.”
There I am
in the small space of silence
being undone
with nothing to say
while I wonder
what self.

A friend tells me they’re getting a divorce.
The doctor says the tests are positive.
I watch: the surge of floods taking homes and lives
or images of smoke and debris right after a bombing.
After a real serious play or movie.
In the waiting room after I hear she is going to die.

In those lonely tiny spaces
of darkness
I cannot speak.

In those aftermath moments
I am silenced.

How do I react
to being out of control
or make these things normal
or fit them into my routine ways of being me?

Silence asserts itself
like a wild animal
I cannot tame.

At these intervals
of being powerless
I hope I do not miss the chance
to humbly bow
in silence
and embrace my humanity
and smallness
in the cosmos
where it is utterly trivial
to just be my self.

The Wind,
whisper silently within the distance,
waiting patiently,
for those who craving for a reason,
to stay awake and see life,
in every despair.
For in every eyes I see
Those who struggle
Or finding Oneself or those that they wanna be,
Lit up upon Thy faith ,
He close her eyes,
To cover in a smile and hold her tight-
All her pain,
All her feelings,
All her struggles,
All of her
And her well being,
Knowing that one day she will gone
And she will dies.

The Wind
Echoes and rings among those who believes,
or those who long lost hope,
Or those that simply
want their voices to be heard.

Among those winds,
I look ahead
the scenery
Of how great,
Thou hast created Thy art
Just walking through times,
With laughter and Jokes,
Not to worry about tomorrow
Or money,
Or fame.
To simply enjoy life as it is
To enjoy it as it was
And to enjoy it as there is.

The Wind
Blows joyfully among the stars,
In Awe and wonder,
In fullness of its yonder,
Sometimes,
I just lie still
Counting the Stars,
far away from the buzzing of Cars,
Or any hushes of the City,
How great a destiny or dreams could be,
If one day it just happens to be
That I lose this life,
I'm truly grateful
To know this life,
To know and survive,
Till the moment i will be awaken and revive,
Among the angels and Gods,
And most of all to let it happen,
And to let it show
That I Love You,
And thats all I know.

To know that my feeling for you
To fall for you,
To look forward through all the phase
To know what you are trying to shyly says,
That ''Yes I love You''
Is all i need to get through the days,

Oh Goddess of Wind,
If you are truly real,
And has always been,
for my hope has echoes through all the rivers
Through all the seasons and all the wonders
Of the world
For among this swift echoes
To watch her dancing on her toes,
To hold her under the moonlight
And kiss her slow

I look back.
What a magnificent sight!
The colourful journey
of my life.
If I died right now,
I would die in awe
of the story I am in.
Couldn't ask for more.
This whole thing
has been a miracle.
A masterpiece of God,
his artwork so lyrical.
I thank you right now,
for the whole world to see.
It's your breathe of life
that has enabled me
to be me.

You’re eyes are like the lake;
They dance and reflect a thousand golden hues, as the morning sun rises, ghastly, secretive fog fading over awe-inspiring, welcoming green warmth.

Your smiles are brighter than anything I’ve ever seen; the sun pales in comparison to the bright and inviting, wondrous expression I long to witness more times than can be counted.

Your voice is like a fire on a cold winter’s night; I am thoroughly chilled before the crackling brings heat to the very core of my being, soft as a blanket, felt even without touch.

We hardly speak, and yet, I feel connected.

You may not know it, but I do; You’re amazing.

Please don’t ever stop.

Cayden

I admire the way two lovers kiss
It seems like they are
in heaven's bliss

When two shall love
in one accord;
and they shall be
forevermore

I admire the way
two lovers love
It's like a blessing sent
from above.

There is some kind of soft magic
in the way your hands glide
across my skin, half knowing,
and half discovering,
deciphering,
decoding all that I am.
The way you go straight to the heart
of the matter, yet in doing so,
you're perpetually awed both by
your new findings and by the
remnants of stardust you left
behind, last time.