As I walk through the Bush
Behind my house
I see galaxies
On the ground
And constellations hanging in
The trees
Shining bright
Day or night.

I am a human
Butterfly
As I mature
As I wise up
My wings
Emerge from my
Shoulder blades
And grown
Soon as I age
The colours
Of my wings are
More colourful
Intense
And strong.
Readying me to fly.

Herald of the sacred keep
Thunder in his gilded hand
Stirring all the souls who weep
Into realms of floating sand

What was warm that night
Was not the fire but his touch
What was bright that night
Was not the starlight but his face
What was deep that night
Was not the ocean but his eyes
What was sweet that night
Was not only berry but his words...
Not our first touch but still new
Not out first hangout but still fun
What was new that night
Was not the location but our love
He gave me all I wanted...
He was my Edward who will wait thousand years...
He was my prince charming even if he knew I ain't Cinderella..
Loved me dawn to dusk and
he held my hand
Coming close to me
Only one thing I felt
Wet....
What? .........
'hey wake up... It's late already'
A voice of my mom
Water in my face....
The story of my life....
Water dried but he still stayed...
My imaginary boyfriend

linen sheets
& bedposts with
sheltered
secrets

it could be
ours, the future --
it could be ours,
but it blares
with a darkened
face,

its features
like the love
we make
in secret,
away from
the prying eyes
of the industry
and the world

they think
they know
you and
what you
break for

and boy,
they are so
wrong.

The sky rushed down to meet her
Embrace her slow decay
The roots of Terabithia
Wind round her to this day
The mountains she created
Shrink down to kiss her feet
And everywhere she ran
The soil tastes bittersweet

That day, she cracked her being
Against the sharpened *****
Her fingers gently spasming
Still stuck around the rope
And all the world was emerald
It watched her fade away
The birds could barely look and
The sunshine dropped a ray

While seeing this was frightening,
So grim it took my breath,
Who knew I could be jealous

Of Leslie's perfect death?

All of my thoughts are melting
Inside my mind into a lake of dreams
In which I only see reflections
Of thou and all of thy belief

I cannot touch thy picture clear
Or grasp beneath the surface
Unless I blight or chase away
All what thou hold and bear

I can't do anything but listen
For any silent sound
Watch every detail of expression
And stay on trusted, solid ground

Unless when every light but thy
Vanishes before my eye
I see you everywhere but here
And search for thy embrace
That I can only find inside
The mere of thoughts inside my mind
I take a dive, I fall asleep
And search thou in my dreams
Inside a long forgotten place
Of inner peace and faith

I take thy hand
I hear thy voice
Until I understand