Residing within these lines,
Words and letters,
A hidden truth I covered with lies

Higher than the vaulted ceiling above me,
Flitting like those painted cherubs
Whom I whispered my plea

And it continues to grow like my faith
‘Cause I buried it well
Where my tears would fall and faint

Catching flying butterflies around
This sanctuary you own
Where I secretly dwelled when found

But I know I should free these butterflies
Lifting me up
Before their frail wings break and drop me where my expectations lie.

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𝕀 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 , 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 ,
𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 , 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕

𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 ,𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖,
𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 , 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖

ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕜𝕪,
𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙  𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖

𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤,
𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟-𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤,
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 , 𝕟𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦

He looks like a mesmerizing moonbeam
She desperately desires him


He smells of lavender
His smiles make her
happier
He's unaware
of her
amour
She does
suffer
from the distance
of light year

Behind the days bluish glow

I know you're there

I wait for sunset and while away

Until the midnight hour

Where your breath speaks to my soul

Where constellations twinkle

in sequence spelling out your secret name

And as I rise weightless

Leaving the old leaden sheath behind

The cosmos suddenly opens

A stream of concious light

Interconnected highways and byways

And the game of tip chase begins

Are you amongst the stars?

Are those your soul prints amongst the quasars?

I search for you,

With all the excitement

Of innocent eyes devouring the wonders

but you still remain for my efforts unseen...

Little Globe
Grow me a planet
I want a moon
Followed by a Saturn
Real ones but small
To fit inside my pocket
Got my own worlds
In my palm

Dear Stalker,

Cold hands,
I think I'm starting to miss you;
stranger.
Someone I know that's not here,
a person distant, but yet so close.
-It's funny, I've never spoken to you-
But eye contact is all it seemed to be.
We live different lives, with our families.
But once a while, we gaze eyes, and see
each other through the haze.
I think i' am attracted,
strings attached,
but our ends
could never
meet.
I find it funny,
How someone I seen stalking me,
could become my own obsession,
that I think of every day.
It's unhealthy;
and that's why I chose to stay away from you.
But somewhere deep down inside me,
I think I love you too.

He came and rested

like a bird on my shoulder  

Cautiously testing the suitability

and equilibrium of his perch

After a few inquisitive glances,

he seemed to ease.

I let out a slow careful breath...

Then another...

and rather gently built up a rhythm

so as not to startle him

lest he fly away.

And seemingly resolved,

he inched closer

till I could feel the flutter of his breast

and the gentle nuzzling of his head on my ear

My conciousness bade him welcome

such beautiful iridescent blues

straddled his white breast

and piercing blue eyes peered through

a velveteen mask

nestled upon a darkened beak

A striking fellow.

his weary feet belied his beautiful veneer

upon closer inspection,

I notice a small part of him missing,

maybe caught in some fierce struggle for life,

I had enjoyed him fluttering and flitting about weaving such wonderful things with trinkets collected from his travels

There was something ethereal,

yet lonesome in his posture

like that of a wise man

whose trials had marked

the strength of the lines

in his weary well travelled face

but a youthfulness glowed beneath

that smiling eyes could betray in an instant.

It felt like he knew me.

An old friend of the cosmos

that I'd crossed by and by.

And when I dared

and he dared,

our eyes met

and instantly our souls

recognised some ancient promise.

After an endless moment of acquiescence

He began to whisper his mystical wanderings chasing the astral turning of tides.

He whispered ancient mysteries in my ear,

of being lost in endless Odyssey's

revealing our secret truths laid amongst the stars waiting to transform

and reunite in some spectacular way,

some new creation

to flush away the yearning of brighter ways.

I pointed them out to him on the horizon

and I did my best to assure him they were there,

it was then that I spotted that low bow that

broke bare and it hung there

In front of him like a stalking giant,

oh well I whispered

"what's the meaning of existence,

if at least we don't try?"

And off we flew in a different direction

searching for some metaphorical chainsaw

to make for a clearer view.

We couldn't help but feel we were missing something...

The secret lovers

get caught between their kisses --


Their future closes.