During the storm
the lightning falls
undaunted towards
the earth heedless of
the damage it will cause,
choosing to come into
existence anyway
to embrace life.
So be your own lightning
and trust your vibes.

She asked me the moon
so I packed my bags
and traveled through
thousands of galaxies
just to steal it from the sky
and gift it to her.
When I was home
light years later
she told me she got
sick of waiting and decided
to settle for someone
who gave her a flower
by simply picking it up
from the grass.

I have been blessed with
a rose of blue petals
upon which I could read:
I will wait for you
‘till the end of time
on the other side of the world
to admire the most beautiful
northern lights
that are nothing compared
to the blue of your eyes.

To the lucky ones
in whose hands
a ladybug has landed
today
I wish to not
search for a sign
or better a guise
to be great.