Twin Flame

What could be a more beautiful blessing than this?
To have love so profound,
it leaves no corner of your heart untouched,
no hidden emotions unspoken.
It rushes like a sacred river,
cleansing every shadow,
washing over your very being.

I wonder if words can truly capture this truth,
but I know you understand.
You feel it too—
this love that transforms,
this connection that transcends.

It’s not just me;
we’ve both walked through this fire,
hearts laid bare,
finding pieces of ourselves in the other.
This is the beauty of love’s eternal truth.

The Blue Jacaranda

I don't wish to make a home in you
or hold on to your heart
like a fragile Autumn leaf
but sit with you under
the blue Jacaranda
and breathe your lavender deep
recalling those dreams you did dwell.
A stranger but more familiar
from some other sphere.
Under the blue Jacaranda
hold my hands with no promises made.
For a while, let me believe
you're still not a dream.

Exhausted

I’m exhausted,
chasing the wind,
trying to hold in my palm
what was meant to be infinite.

You’re that unreachable breeze—
let me feel you from afar.
I’m too worn to keep running,
too tired to grasp you.

Please, Don’t Think of Me

Don’t think of me, please.
When you think of me,
you pull me into your aura—
I feel it,
drawn by threads of your love.

I come closer,
and yet you do nothing,
not a word,
not even a small embrace.

Please, don’t think of me,
don’t pull me back.
I’m too worn by this endless game;
I’ve crashed,
burned into ash,
dissolving into the cosmos.