caught up in uncountable personal agendas
it takes belief in the supernatural to break free
and live freely according to ones heart.

~
drawn to a twinkling
crown of muted lights

a moment in the waterfront
of your eyes

in between circadian rhythm
and a place called irresistible

there we listen to sun-filled hymns
and children's laughter

not caring what comes after...
~

I met someone the other day,
Turns out to be a long lost piece of the puzzle
How I know? the heart always knows

Must be in the way his heart beats out of tune,
whenever I lay my head on his chest,
As he wrap his arms around me
That I know I found the one

It's in the way he get lost within my eyes
And I suddenly feel butterflies in my tummy
The way he hold my hand
And I instantly desire to dive right in

My heart has found its home
How I know? the heart always knows

How do you
Forgive yourself
For all the
Things that
You never
Became?

If grief was not love,
I wouldn't be here,
With a bleeding wound,
Feeling the feel that I feel,

Though ancient it seems,
Deeper is the bleeding,
And forever dripping

All of me wish you were here,
To answer these million questions at hand,
"Why, how, did you?"
Yet it goes forever unanswered,
And turns into a voicemail

If grief was not love,
I wouldn't be here
Listening to the Sunday Blues

You're not lost, just because you didn't comb today
I see you here, yet your thoughts are drifting away ...
You rake the leaves, with your bare hands,
You try to see, where your future stands.

You're not lost,  just because you need a break,
I see you smile, while trying to hide your heartache
You collect the dirt, under your fingernails,
As you walk barefoot and cover your trails.

I still see you, underneath the falling leaves,
I hear your voice say "thank you"  and "please"
I see your true smile, glowing in your eyes,
You're the only reason, my soul survives.