You were sleeping, hugging yourself
It was cold
I walked away

I came back
You weren't cold anymore
You were sleeping, what a beautiful sight

Around the old pillar we used to dance,
         I gaze at its worn face.
Is it odd I sit in a trance,
            picking my mind with a turn of fate?

"Take my hand and dance with me!"
your ghost whispers oon the wind.
the trees move and softly sing,
illuminated grass bows and bends.

Stars fill the violet sky like a projection,
I smile at the haunting voice,
"But you are my memories' reflection"
I chuckle and rejoice!

no clouds swim
in the waters of the sun
I'll go on a whim
I am the only one.

Carpe Diem

I have my autumn feet ready to seek out adventure
In a season of brisk winds that chill fingertips,
Frosty-nosed nights spent huddled beside a crackling fire,
Days wrapped up inside a thick, warm blanket
Gently grasping a steaming mug of hot tea.
Where calendar weeks are filled with
The steady rapping of raindrops on windows,
apples grappled from trees to make grandmothers’ famous pie,
and friends gathering to wander down endless rows of corn.
My autumn feet are ready to explore,
They are ready to adventure.

when my eyes close under weary stars
i see a field flooded with dawn
my feet tickled with dew-pearls
and surrounded by delicate fawn
i see not the bitter tragedy
that strikes my open eyes
just the peaceful grazing
i could only hope to memorize

The sunday quiet eases my mind,
a welcome vacancy of thought spirals.
In the distance a soft tune plays,
music spins in and out of my space.
It fills my limbs from head to toe
spouting from my lips, my eyes, my-
my music spins me into a daze
and trance unlike a hypnotic phase.
The sun beams high from its sunday spot,
the clouds are fluffy, light, and white.
And as the music blooms to peak,
the lapping blue envelopes my cheeks.
I float in absence of the my weight,
absolute serenity claims a stay.
Its clear blue sheen brings peace to mind,
like I could drown here and still not die.
Its weightlessness drenches my hair,
yet when i shift into the air,
the weight is heavier so much there.
I intake life and fall to the floor,
the most abnormal experiences
are felt under this blue shore.
My body trembles as reality shakes,
my breathe is leaving,
to the surface or to a calmer place?
A disturbance by the door I hear,
gentle giggles of my sisters near,
I gasp for air as the bubbles explode,
This sunday warmth is toxic yet not loathed.

Full steam ahead, at last,
No journey into the past,
Solar flares with clues
To our lives, nothing to do with you,
Full steam ahead, Oh no,
More like steady as she goes,
On track for peaceful days,
Serene golden years is the way....

I remember when the air breathed  easily,
or, rather, a great air breathed one in.
I remember floating
I remember dreaming on a cloud that I believed reach the heavens, like the natural tower of the Taj Mahal

Soft heavenly music flows through the night
peaceful and calm
spirit sparks with glorious delight
unspeakable words pierce the heart
opens up joy
intense and pure
beautiful soul evokes holiness
slowly, softly declines
but the warmth remains
and the smile sustains.