I am not a poet.

My words were never made for the masses,
Made to pry emotions from your heart.
Rhyme can sometimes leave me at a loss,
And my inkwell is more often empty than not.

I am not a poet.

I can write only what I know and feel,
Each poem I give a little piece of me.
Every line is just a wisp away from existence.
Each poem might just be the last I write.

I am not a poet.

Yet why do you feel like my muse?
Your eyes remind me of a thousand places,
Like sea glass glinting green in the hush of tide.
Your voice has its command over my pulse.

I am not a poet.

But poetry you are.
How else do I describe this feeling,
If not with flowery words and rhyme.
And yet no words can hold it right.

I am not a poet.

I would be lost if I were.
For if I give a piece of me,
It will always be here in this poem,
With You.

something beautiful
a meeting, a night of
talking in whispered
tones, "I love you"
said like a mantra,
you know it was what
I needed to hear,
but you meant it.

You write the moments of my days
Wake me in the nights
Come to me in secret silences
with assurances unspoken
quieting my inner spirit
reaching in to touch my calm
unafraid to counter my tumultuous fires
with your peaceful deep dark skies

You are the crests and valleys
of my tsunamic passion
With abandon you dive deep
to hear my truest thoughts
You see the dark green depths of my inner seas
With eyes to pause and feast
Caring that I care

I love how you still love me
Yet with inner weeping I wonder:
Why does my dive into you
Strike upon a frozen river?
Never mind!
I’ll skate upon my dreams of you
until spring thaws return
(will warmth someday burn?)
Yes, I’ll skate with free abandon
along your icy river surface
knowing below is so much more—
currents of you to explore

Someday…yes, perhaps someday
I’ll dive in deep, find more of you
Maybe someday
our brackish waters again might swirl
Together
Our estuary tides finally rise & recede
Under the same bright moon
In this someday dream eternal

I don't worship you because you are no God
but an angel whose wings reach out
your feathers just settled on my skin long
enough for me to understand there is a
rough edge to a feather,
when it scrapes past your skin
leaving you to have just a moment's taste
savoring
mourning the peaceful moment of contact
one day you sit down to pray for
heaven to come down again, closing your
eyes and never opening them
again.

do you remember,
the day we first met,
you wore a stubborn face,

do you remember,
how we would talk and joke,
we were inseperable,

do you remember
when i held your hand
as tears streamed past your face,
eyes filled with grief,

do you remember
when you told me that
nothing will bring us apart?
i laughed,
we were so young,


oh but only if you,


r  e m e m b e r e d


but you do remember,
glowing eyes,
and a faint smile,

an extended hand,
long evenings by the pool,
echoing laughs,

but you do remember,
what should have been
a happy memory,
ended so tragically,

when you should have been,
blowing out the candles,
you were paying your respects,
at my funeral

do you remember,
as i took one last breath,
and i told you that this wasn't,
the end

did i not tell you,
that i would come back?

i've been through this before,
but this time it's not the same,
this time i can't let go

you've changed,
but not your eyes,
you've changed,
and it breaks my heart,

but when the world forgot,
when i became just a name,
you remembered.



maybe in another lifetime,
if only i had been lucky in this life,

you could have been mine,



f o r e v e r

The darkness of morning, the pitch of night, the twilight of dawn;
Always under the same sky, always on the same planet.
In the silent whistles, in the proud gazes, defiance stood tall without a thigh.
The eyes I shared my night with, now filled with tears.

I wish your hands could touch my happiness;
You'd smile warmly, and I'd breathe in the scent of your skin streaming from your hair;
Never returning the pains I once took back;
I love you so fiercely, as if I might die!

You have a rebellion against this world!
Against our coincidences in the wrong times, in wrong lives.
Defying the entire galaxy, all parallel universes,
One day, our souls will make love in perfect synchrony.

God forbid, what if I can never kiss your gaze again!
What if my hands never touch in another timeline,
Or in the deepest REM of my sleep, I can't embrace you in my dreams!
Oh my God, please don’t withhold the most beloved piece of your soul from mine!

Perhaps we've arrived too late for each other in this cycle,
Perhaps our hands will never intertwine again.
I am indebted to existences,
Your visage etched into my soul, you are my evolution.
Never lose faith in us.
I’m coming, my love, to be your eternity, to be reborn…

20.04.2025 03:00