Spring has sprung,
its breath on my cheeks,
the birds have sung,
fragrant smell on the streets.

In its early mornings,
mellow sunrise awakes,
birds sing their sonnets,
and my heart starts to race.

Towards the radiant sun,
towards the infinite sky,
where it once had begun,
where it found its life.

I have fallen in love,
yet again, yet with spring,
and it’s never enough
of the heart that can sing.

The spirited man knows
when to end the journey
and when to persevere
until the very end.

He knows the difference
of all that’s blurred
and masked by
great deceptions
of this world.

The spirited man finds
what he seeks,
but what is found
is never the goal.

The spirited man loves
without division,
he knows that to love
is to be truly alive.

The spirited man asks questions
that have no answers,
he believes in nothing,
but his faith is unwavering.

He knows that to truly live life
is to share its precious moments
with those dear to his heart.

The spirited man knows
that to be spirited is
to be different,
and therefore be destined
to walk his path alone.

You weave
through my dreams,
like stars
through the infinite sky,
in the dark, beaming,
and I feel your light
all through the night,
by the morning
your presence is dimming.
And I am falling
into the darkness
just to wake up
and never remember you,
so is the dream.
And in the waking hours,
there is nothing to find,
there is nothing to lose,
so I fall asleep
to find you,
and the painful truth.

if there is
something
that can ease
my longing
for you,
it’s memories
of you
etched
in words.

there
would be
days
when i would
remember you
for brief moments,
and in those
fleeting moments
i would find
traces of
our love.

all i remember
is the way
i touched
your skin
as i would've
touched
rose petals
in my garden
when i was a kid.

when you laugh
all i hear is
the sound
of the happiest
days
of my life.

The end
of us
was the
beginning
of me.

as eyes
half-mooned
and sparkle bright
they search
           for love
in the
           starry sky.

All I remember
is your touch,
a distant and
the only memory
of you.

The only thing I want is
to see you smile,
as this is
how I remember you
when I first met you
on that gloomy
rainy day.

You are
a work of art
sculpted
by His hands
and carved
with my love.

Only once
you have entered
my heart
and since then
it became
your home.

I loved you
in silence,
and now
in silence
I write.

You taught me kindness,
and when I had to choose
I was brave enough
to be kind to my heart.

The melody of your love
had caused ripples
in my silent heart.

I've never seen you so beautiful,
like that distant night,
when you smiled
under the falling stars.

I looked around
but you weren’t here,
I am feeling empty
without your love,
when you are by my side
I have nothing to fear,
when you are with me
it’s more than enough.

My mind knew
the answer
when you gave me
a glance,
and my heart
broken
still pleaded
for a chance.

Fall in love
like stars fall
into the abyss,
so totally
that there is
nothing left of you,
not even a trace.
And then be patient,
when it’s time,
when season comes,
in love
you will blossom,
in love
you will spread
your roots,
and then one day,
love will be
the only season
of your life,
love will be
the only way.

We are strangers
to each other.
Like two leaves
falling to the ground,
like two snowflakes
dancing in the wind,
like two stars
fading into dawn,
alone and free,
with untold stories
of our own.

It was you,
it always was,
until I lost you.
I was by your side,
but so far away,
wandering.
I was asleep,
when you blossomed
in your waking hours.
And when I woke up,
you were gone,
like you never existed,
like a dream
faded
in the morning wind.

Your eyes are a mirror,
in them I was lost.
All I ever sought was you,
but the reflection I saw
was me I never knew.

You are a flower,
that soon will bloom,
like an orchid in spring,
like a daisy in summer,
escaping the gloom.
By your fragrance,
untouched and pure,
unknown to my heart,
at the coming of dawn,
I will be allured.

You and me,
we are bound,
like the silence
to the sound,
like a heartbeat
to a breath,
like life is bound
to death.

I found you alone,
in silence,
in an empty room,
lonely, in pain,
trying to be strong.
Sitting by a window,
waiting for the sunrise,
with tearful eyes,
trying to let go.
The stars are dimming,
the sky is crying,
feeling your pain,
trembling.
I am sitting with you,
the silence is growing,
my eyes behold you,
they are glowing,
but barely coping,
not to cry.
I want to say,
but to my dismay,
the silence is stronger,
as the night feels longer,
it can heal your pain.
An empty dark room,
pierced with the moonlight,
with the sound of the night,
whispers to your heart,
but I remain silent,
beholding your pain,
still by your side.

The winters’ breath is in the air,
I close my eyes to feel it through,
this feeling has become so rare,
these fleeting moments are so few.

And in the waiting game I am losing,
to a greater force of coming days,
the winters’ breath can be so soothing,
and can be gone without a trace.

But I shall keep pursuing further,
until my eyes can see the truth,
until the spring will bloom with roses,
until my soul will reach its roots.

And when I find snowy peaks,
surrounded by mighty rocks,
in quietude my heart will speak,
a quiet melody of words.

And I shall sit under the sky,
and lie in wait of all that’s new,
embraced by a cold and starry night,
to see my soul being born anew.

I will not doubt for a moment,
all that is meant to be and true,
to follow stars that once had fallen,
to spark a midnight rendezvous.