Words by Sina
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First Love
We were children of pure excitement and madness
that glorious day leaving school.
So close, walking home ahead of the rest
when I gathered the courage
to touch your hand
as I had dreamt so many times before.
My heart beating only for you.
You shrugged it off as a nothing;
or did you?
I think you felt as I did,
but I have never known for certain.
For I never asked
and I never said "I love you"
"I like your eyes"
"You make my heart beat a million times."
These days,
I only dream about you now and then
And I would have liked you to be mine
once upon a time.
The Mole
The Mole How can you do that?
Almost without exception
every morning after a rain;
Hunting;
I find your trademark
bulging outward
from the ground.
Relentlessly busy.
turning and moving
beneath the steps
of old depressions.
And I stomp
and clinch
and frown,
and curse, I have,
and I know
you will come back
again
and again.
And then I realize
there is just no point.
It's no use;
Talpa europaea
owns it all;
owned it all,
long before
I ever was;
long before
I ever did.
Under Control
Self sufficience
self-confidence
self affiliation
self containment.
Self-contained
self-centred
self indulge
self question
self assured
self-discovery
self-defence.
Self-destruction
self-inflicted
self defiance.
Selfish,
self controlled.
Alien
Stars are your eyes
touching
the sky.
Stars touch the other side
of the clouds.
They touch the rain
and your rain speaks,
your rain spake.
Your doors are open;
Do not close them.
My lips utter a name
in some far away land.
It exists;
it lives,
in a dream,
in a reality
filled with passion,
overwhelmed with music and love.
The wind singing,
as it passes by the bamboo
through some tunnel of brass and shine.
Capture the world of silence;
lips,
eyes,
breeze of dances.
A drama speaking of rain,
your rain speaks:
who has come?
who will go?
to the stars, to touch
the clouds, the sky ...
Behold,
me,
Possess,
me.
You said you love your rain,
as it speaks,
as it listens
to you,
unslanted.
No change in its hum
Talk,
it listens;
cry,
it caresses your hair,
it tastes your tears.
The rain
touches your fingers;
The world passes by
on the outside,
cars with staring eyes,
And the rain trickles
down your arms
to my feet,
And still it falls
like love,
like some alien you see
in my eyes.
An alien from some other
space;
some other land,
some other time
where the stars talk to the clouds;
to my clouds.
The rain touches your arms
and I speak:
Touch me;
Now.
Speak
like
Love;
Fall
with me.
Now,
In some unknown moment
With the alien
you see.
Wandering - Reality
Rendezvous
I have got the message;
I know just what to do.
I rush
to some destination only we know.
to some dream come true.
yes, I dream of you.
the cars pass me by,
the moments rush aside only to
Stop
in a picture frame
of two lovers yearning to touch.
I have got the message,
will you hold still
me?
I must hear your heart beat
in my ears.
Two, we are lonely,
black, blue, crimson.
I have got the message,
The moon must see us
walking the path of ancient trees
soft shadows,
lips, poised for love.
The moon must see us
embracing the moments
as our love settles
on every leaf
like the dew dancing
with the breaths we take.
I have got the message,
I know just what to do.
To and Fro
hitherto and fro changes have come
and changes have gone.
hitherto and fro lives have begun
and ended with only energies
lingering amidst memories and
desires.
do we truly believe this is the end?!
Impressions
Some destiny, to be
Lost in Time,
This apparent final refuge;
Time,
An undisturbed dimension of
unexplained coexistence,
Where souls mingle just in passing.
False Alarm
We were born by meditation,
we were raised by madness,
and we will die by prediction.
All else
but mere history.
Instructions
For the lips of silence,
a night of quiet rage.
For the arms of emptiness,
flowers of yellow and lavender.
For the hearts of desire,
love
for ever.
For Emily, January 1, 1993
How serene a lake in the wilderness
How filled with vigour the seeds of a blossom
How contenting the warmth of a glowing fire
How captivating the moon when it's lonesome
How far away the birds in the sky
How so near the stars of heavens where they lie
And how blessed to find all these
in a new life ready to fulfill,
in a new life as beautiful as Emily
Children of Night
day vision haunting nights
creatures of eternal dreams moue
penury of a flower of ethereal
copulation.
children of these fields cajole
as some courtesan of a gypsy tent
with never ending curtains of silk
and lank attire.
creatures lingering in the
debauchery
of a silent desire sigmoid cloister
bending like in a maze.
They are masters,
Savant, catechizing,
They are children,
Puerile, in purblind credulity
They are ...
Façade
The dead and the newborn await
the love of midnight oil
within the mystery
of the hollow of our empty walls
of luxury
and kludge walls of sanity,
never knowing the words they shall hear,
the love they shall receive
are the illiterate composition
of juxtapose confusion
of dominos
at a lost state of mind and speech
at the knap of infertility
within the walls of insanity
and unruly patterns
of masquerading façade.
But Beautiful
This we both believe,
I know,
We are not beautiful
We only are.
We said we could never cross
The line,
That line.
Everyone has seen it
Voices speak it.
Sights confirmed
Reaffirmed
In the solar return
Of our Venetian verses
Our versus
Penchant.
Who may circumscribe
These thoughts?
Perhaps we Are,
Beautiful.
Rock, Mirror, Frizzle
In the middle of a universe
I float like a rock
meant to finally find my ground
In the middle of the ocean
I touch the ground
only to find my prison
In the midst of it all
I stand before a mirror
willing to shatter for me
I don't dare to touch
and end the precious life
of a mirror that holds so much.
Waiting
In the garden of
my means
I wait
for the breeze to blow.
The scent of love
will come to me
one day,
some day.
Neath the shadow
of my dreams
the willow bended
moonbeam
suspended,
I can't be
just another dreamer;
I wait
hoping,
certain,
that my dream
will come true,
love will find me.
Shivering,
shimmering
blossoms and leaves
in tune
with every beat
of my heart.
Will the day come soon,
butterflies,
blissful kisses,
and turning circles
of mercy.
Today,
many moons have passed
me,
tonight,
the seasons and time
have surpassed me.
I believe,
still,
maybe I
perceive,
That love
will meet me,
at some new moon,
some year
leaping.
But,
Years
are burning,
now,
skin falling,
wrinkled,
arms
of love
unwielding
like some mad desperate
mission
to consume me.
My time,
won't be here
anytime soon;
My time,
has been with me
all along.
Time
to go
and walk
the shorelines,
of ocean breeze.
Perhaps,
there,
love will
find me.
​
Mr. Blue
​
Is there much
do you think
that reminds her
of you,
Mr. lover
Mr. Blue?!
She knows
so well
of all the things
that brings
her memory
to you...
So ordinary
Mr. Blue:
Sum'mer
Walks in the woods
- Tyne
- Bear
Dragon fly
Hummingbirds
and July
Thursday
Singing for you
Morning kisses
Breathing you
Longing
Belonging
and Dreaming
of you
Time
standing still
Joy and love
when seeing you
the Thrill
Jericho
Saffron muses
and Mirrors
Quiet embraces
That finally came true.
Ahhhh,
Ordinary
Mr. Blue
Wonder, do,
If any memories were true.
​
Unlikely Universe
Specs of what might and might not,
We are.
The many things we are
And we are not,
In the universe
So unlikely.
I found you
You found me.
Our lips so fitting,
Our dreams
Poised
To come
True.
In a universe
So unlikely.
And
Here
We are.
In the quiet of my dreams
You found me.
In the searching desires
Of your soul
I found you.
And here we are,
searching,
Maybe searching no more
In the universe
Of mine
Of yours
Here we are
So unlikely.
Finding
Naturally what might be
Lips locked
Asking
Why this wasn't
A long time ago.
Likely
Unlikely.
Likely you want
Likely what I want
Likely meant to be
In a universe
So unlikely.
Kiss me
In a universe
So beautiful
Because we can make true
What might be.
Like Moon Falling
For the love of god,
let's not dance around,
let's make believe,
if we must,
what is and isn't love.
Let's hold on
to what this might be,
whether here,
in the heavens,
or somewhere in between,
for the love of god.
I know there is no time,
there's so little time,
and you must go,
but,
for the love of god
hold me tight
and pretend for a moment,
if you must.
Let's watch the stars,
let's watch
the moon rise
and fall,
like us,
as We fall in love,
for the love of god.
Take Me
Embrace me,
fully,
entirely,
wholeheartedly.
Complete me,
tend me,
don't pretend me.
Feel right me,
entice me,
vulnerable me,
Honorable me,
Don't serious me,
just curious me.
Playful me,
tasteful me,
never wasteful me.
Best friend me,
and intimate me,
lifetime me,
don't hour, minute, or second me,
sublime me.
Take me,
Breathtakingly
make me...
...yours.
The Journey
Well, the wind is right
for willow tree
to sing a love song
only I can hear,
a song
just for me.
I've been traveling
a world of days;
the dust of the ages
settled in my hair,
coarse with grit and dirt.
the cold and hot,
light and dark
still lingering
upon
eyelids
that never rest.
My eyes drawn
like a loosened drum
by the wrinkles
of the sun
on the edges
of my temple,
brimstone
feet aching,
aching -- dream making --
for a gentle touch
of pumice,
clear water, and
the tender fingertips
of a tapstress
that midnight calls.
In the treks,
hill to hill,
mirage to bareness,
of a dream,
I have traveled the ages,
in the footsteps
of only me...
Quench
these lips
with sweet water
and a kiss...
Recompense
my burning
dreams.
Rise from the dust
and come back to me;
The sandstorms
of my journey
have calmed
my soul.
And yearning,
I watch
the clear stars
of midnight desire.
Come along
in my dreams
of my reality.
The stars
will show us
the way.
Dream With Me
If you've been searching
the hills
and shores
of lonely tears,
quiet screams;
If you've been yearning
for someone
to believe
in you,
and your dreams;
If your days are empty,
and love missing
in the vacuum
in your heart;
If you are ready
for someone
to hold you
as you begin
to fall,
open the doors
to your heart
and fall
with me;
Look
into my eyes;
float on the breeze
of wings
as I hold you in my arms
through the sands
of time.
Fall with me.
Somehow,
in the pouring rain
believe in me,
as I believe
in you.
In the midst of time,
somewhere,
meet with me,
and dream with me.
I am yours
if you take me
and make me
grow
in your soul
till the sun
sets
on our time
since the dawn
of our time.
Love has found you,
it passes,
through the quiet
storm
of dreams...
Come find me,
and let me
live
forever
inside you.
Yes My Angel is here
'Bout your eyes,
what can I say!
deepest blue,
piercing,
love pouring
from the corners
of your mind's eye
from time
to some other time,
from a sad time
to some now time...
a happy time,
now that
you are with me,
Happy is what
it will be.
Don't,
No,
don't,
Don't let the past
darken the moment
in which you are
lost,
within the ocean
of our desires...
No, don't....
today has seen you,
Let love pour
from your fingertips,
as you caress
and love
me,
into
foreverness.
Let my love
inside you;
Deeper than the ocean,
inside you;
it is so much more
than
what may seems,
this love,
that is yearning
to be born
Inside you,
to complete me
and you....
Let my fingers
love your skin
and gently
fulfill
your needs.
Let my lips
touch
your bosoms
of rebirth.
You can have
this heart
if you love;
You can have
my soul
if you
let love
consume us
in the reality
of our
eternity.
In your nights,
dream me,
in your dreams,
scream me,
in your voice
silent me,
in your darkness,
brighten me...
I am yours,
if you take me,
inside
your
forever heart.
Happy, I am,
Yes, My, Angel
is here,
She has found me.
For - - -
And my yearning
begins,
born for an angel
of love and longing,
her heart sings
to me;
her soul is one
with me;
mesmerizing distant touch
that takes me,
and makes me
quiver.
and My yearning
is so one sided,
perhaps
I know...
Yearning,
sometimes lost
in words
of admiration.
A rare creation,
midnight incantation.
and my Yearning
is set
on fire
for eyes
that look through
my soul,
eyes of hearts
purely enraptured
reading my every thought,
Eyes,
piercing,
losing me
in her ocean
blue.
After Many Years
of searching
in vain,
My heart aches,
seeking once more
that true love
in the universe
of my being.
I can't be,
wrong again;
Will I wake again
from my lucid dream
for --- ?
Once was once
In the glamour
of the thought
of a kiss,
In the dream
of looking
into your eyes,
quiet mornings
find me
in the lagoons
of a world
with no one around;
A world made
just for you,
and me.
You touch my skin,
I kiss your lip;
I breath in your need,
exhale my love,,,
your nape,
shoulders,
down to fingertips.
And we hold on
to a dream.
Once you lost your heart;
once moments
of the day
extinguished
fire of your love...
Once the weariness
of the unfulfilled
angel in you,
unraveled your needs.
Once was once,
and,
now is now...
now this love,
and I,
belong
to you.
Now,
a new day
touches
the needs of you;
mornings turn to eve,
and my love holds on
to moments
and dreams
of you.
Will you search
to find me
in your dreams too!
Come hold me,
I will not go.
Footprints
In a world of parallels
and crossroads,
journeys
and dreams,
re-examine
the footprints
that may lead you into
someone else's footsteps
and toward
someone else's dreams.
Ascending/Descending
Rain pours
like hazy tears,
snow falls
like
butterfly wings,
I raise my hands
to
the black crow skies,
my feet planted firmly
in the forehead
of the snake eyes,
When I'm alone
and descending.
In the arms of love
I touch
the dragonfly
rainbow skies,
feet softly
floating
on waterlily stalks
and breezy walks,
ascending
on the feathered wings
of love.
My Time Passing
One of these days
I will thank him
for the gift.
I will see it all,
the rich, poor,
take revenge
on the soft corners
of flakes of snow,
the chill
of warm summers' glow,
passing the time
away.
One of these nights
I will see the star lights,
all my shooting stars
fleeting by me,
right before my eyes,
the storms that for so long
spared me,
the waves and its ideas
that decried me,
sounds and scents
that born me,
rejuvenated me,
as I move on,
passing the time
away.
One of these days
as the catacomb
wrangles and dangles me
the unworldly
untangles me,
body and soul
unraveled,
door will close and
gates will invite me;
one of these days
passing the time
away,
bright eyed
as the end streams
and screams
my name.
Time the Healer
Cruel cradle of love
in the shadowed
darkness of the night;
How long will
seekers,
and lovers,
and robbers,
and defenders
drink the green cobbler's
red and blue wine!
Mended shoes,
distorted views
and lovers who will
and those who refuse;
I do not know, why
the windows and doors
in every alley and
every street
expose
the silhouette
of fathers and their lonely woes.
Sidewalks of aimless strolls,
moving dreams,
quiet lip service
birth, growth, rebirth.
Casual teens,
and casualties,
birth, life, and death
of devotion and love for the living.
The patch of wolves
in the pack of sheep.
Cruel cradle of time
limits
all intent
to repair or destroy.
Final Night Living
'Oh love,
sweet love,
We have lived and made
some beautiful love
under the stars;
When we tried hard
to pretend
there was no love.
In the silence
of our breathing - inhale,
exhale only love.
And the stars lived on,
and our love dormant,
in some frozen sea
of mad emptiness.
Only to know
that love never dies,
only to pretend,
there never was...
LOVE.
And still,
I linger
in the shadow of what was.
And we both know,
everything there wasn't
and was.
I dream
in the languished need of you,
in a breath
that dreams of you.
And I know,
there is little to do,
but to set you
and my dreams free.
And I still wonder,
if you recall
yesterday
when we died,
in the vacuum of empty arms,
Today we still wander
hoping Tomorrow will live, again.
And you say
'bout tomorrow no one knows
what destiny may bring....
And tonight before the world ends
you will come to me.
Yes, who knows,
but I know
today never lives
and tomorrow never dies
as it lives in the shadow
of our yesterdays
and yesternights.
I know tonight
may be the locked
final moment in time,
and the final night
of our living,
and tomorrow
may never come.
Love me tonight
one last time
for the sake of what lived
in our forever past.
Paddle-board
And the picture
speaks a thousand
dreams...
In the peacefulness
of the waters,
me, a paddle,
and a gliding board.
I look,
and scan,
nature so forgiving,
nature,
so permitting
me...
and my pair,
together
as one,
if she'll be one
with me.
And I know the hour is early
blossom of a kiss
not yet born,
I know dreams
are plenty,
and eloping
not in the scope...
I know,
and I know she knows.
Take me
some day
soon
into the silence
of your nature;
cleansing waters,
and the desires
of your adventure.
Between Me and You
In the hidden
rooms of dimensions
of mind,
In the vast expanse of
freedom forests,
crawlers' groves,
thistles and briers
hidden nettles and inviting mires,
the scent of an imaginary
garden of roses
rises,
from a stone
from a dream,
abdicated king
and his throne
A child living
inside a man,
a man,
alone
within a king.
Vibrant to the senses
awakened drowse.
Rays of light speaking
youth's majesty;
wrinkled mind,
old man's rind,
aroused
a man and a child's visions
espoused.
One of these mornings,
I may awaken the child inside,
I may wake,
as forever-love slumbers
beside
me.
One of these day,
when the meadows
call my name,
when I am lost
between me
and you,
when I am found
between now
and who knows when,
where I linger
amidst the ghosts of the unborn
and the living;
One of these dreams
when I awaken
I may find
the soul that was meant
for me,
the soul
of the child
inside the man.
Ancient Arranged Love
The soft sentiments of pleasure
began to arouse our palates
of wanton and desire.
Gazing at her within the sedan
we were carried by the servants
through the streets
and bazaars
of the villages.
I yearned her lips,
and the touch of her skin
soft as the silky pillows and gowns
she lain within
in that pleasant summer morn.
And as we were driven softly
to our passion
and promise of the kiss
we knew the forbidden thoughts
we shared
were as sinful as they were pleasing.
The misty curtain of silk
blowing
by the warm breeze
in and out of my view
as I watched
her expressions of innocent desire
And as I gazed
into her eyes of coy glances.
And then
when the sedan stopped
we jettisoned
to ride the magic carpet
where we would
with only flight
and the wind
to protect us.
The First Two
There is a garden,
Where Adam and Eve once wandered,
Where their stories linger in the open air
Like strange voices shouting
Into the wind.
The stars fall like rain
Drop after drop
from shimmering leaves of desire bending.
At the end of every night
The moon rising
To light up
the innocence of a sin.
And you were the air that I breathed
but you, too, were never one to gaze
Into the eyes of destiny,
Into the faces of gently falling snow
who like me dreamt of your eye lids,
in the winter grim.
You, too,
Were never one with me,
Or the falling snow flakes,
Like the exceeding passion
Falling
And falling.
And you were never one with me,
Like the skin that’s close to me,
Every moment of every lifetime.
Never with me
Or angels of our choosing
Or Gods of our dreams,
never one with me.
And naïve I was to dream
Of your love,
your kiss
your desire for the fruit of heavens
that fall like autumn leaves.
You too,
Were never one with me.
never free;
Yet, in the infancy of our falling
No one else ever was
But you and me;
When we were innocently falling
like angels
In the darkened allies of forgotten dreams.
Yesterday
Yesterday
you loved,
life,
the future,
that someone,
the someone
who was meant
to be
the one.
You tried,
followed,
gave it all,
cried
in lonely wanders
to find
the reasons why,
sometimes
rain falls
in the promise
of the sun.
In the labyrinth of wishes
in the depth of a forever love
clouds would linger,
with no love
to speak of.
From the wish for sunshine
to retreat,
to some unknown shadow
that always followed,
running and hiding
on the dark side of the moon.
But today
you are born
once more,
butterfly released
from its cocoon,
in the eyes of the wise
the sun does meet
the dark side of the moon.
Stand and caress
the morning dew
stand and claim
the sunlight
and the beauty
of its hue.
Stand,
Stand,
Tall and firm
in your own
promise land;
New beginnings
always invite
kisses
posing to excite,
and the moon glows
in the shadows of your midnight.
Kissing life
Inside every
Moment,
Believing, in some new
Everlasting
Reality,
Leaving
Yesterday behind.
Rebirth
Don't really know if i want
to come back again,
but I think I will.
Don't know if it will be me
this time around,
but think I'll come back
still.
Will my hero still remain
the father that born me
one who always stuck around.
Will I recall the tender memories
that once lived inside me
memories that bear down and astound.
Can I touch the legacy that lives
and outlives me
the very past of me that is perceived.
Can the next me examine and change
mistakes of the past
the futures of me that are conceived;
the dreams not achieved
the passing not bereaved
Can the new me
change anything
if relived.
Don't really know if i want
to come back again,
but I think I must.
The ages and relativity lost
silver and gold seasons, dreams,
and my soul lingering in the stardust.
Mr. Wonderful
Extraordinary, fantastic, amazing,
all the thing that strain to not become
to not come
near me,
to be,
but not be me.
I smile...
this is me...
In the spastic moments of strain, prosaic;
In the vast array of a relief,
just another
mosaic.
Mr. Wonderful,
on a fun day,
Mr. Mundane
on a blue moon day,
on a certain
out of tune day.
This is me....
I smile and be...
Single red rose:
the marks of a kiss
on a screen;
Silken!
The pages turn
and your kisses pour
beautiful,
rosen,
frozen,
upon the medium
we have chosen.
Kisses that seal
and steal
on bended heel
Dreams that kneel
in some gentle ordeal.
Kisses virtually,
Giving the beat
of a real heart.
Mr. Wonderful
Mr. Wondering
Extraordinarily me.
I smile....
This is me...
Tiny People
You claim there is potential
in the thoughts of a fool;
unfiltered,
unsieved,
raw and jagged,
unpurely stated.
Tiny creatures; ants, you and lilliputian
crawling and creeping
on the earth
Living in some jealous constitution
as the rain watches
over you
Never admitting to the institution
how your dreams are nurtured
by the years
Could you survive the persecution
if seasons forgave, and collapsed
into rain
I insist I am editable
correctable,
deleteable.
Nothing jumps out to save me
thoughts linger to erase me.
Dreams that sustain
realities that refrain
desires that maintain.
Step into my world
and see.....
Your forever eyes
may find me.....
Pablo Neruda's #15, revised
Be still,
Be,
Still be....
though absent,
Still Be.
Be mine,
be with me,
hear me,
be me,
One......
far away, apart
my voice reaches out to you
but it cannot touch you.
still, be,
mine.
We are one and yet
Your eyes glide
amidst flight of the ages
Your lips sealed
with my tender kiss.
And I reach to touch you
with all the things
my soul has filled
all the lives in time
universal moments sublime
Be still,
Be mine
Be Me,
inside my soul
my butterfly dreams
my melancholy woes.
Be still
as you linger
outside my reach,
Be still
Be mine
and hold me
in your universe
in your silence.
Be one,
with me.
Be still,
as my voice touches
your silence.
Your quiet that burns bright
encircles in its simple flight
in the roaring silence of the night
Be still,
Be with me,
Be mine,
in the universe
of our stars,
in the constellations
of our poses,
neath the moonlight
and all that it exposes.
Be still,
as if you turned
to stone
as though your skin
drowned inside the rain.
And then rise
and grow
from it all,
And bright me,
and entice me,
be me,
be you,
but still,
Be,
and delight me.
Unknown Day
The days of the week come and go.
Once upon a time
I knew their names.
Nameless days.
Days of wondering hours.
Moments fleeting into seconds
Into minutes, and hours.
Hours searching tirelessly,
Endlessly, for closure.
Undefeated,
Relentless as a predator,
prey at its merciless claws.
fleeting light of used to be;
What is to be
Once upon a time
In an unknown day of a week?
Just You and Me
Can anyone see
no words are really necessary!
Does anyone know
who we are
when we are lost
inside our whispers,
what we are
and what we hide,
when we are ready to explore
ready to explode,
when we say hello,
when we say goodbye;
when we sigh.
Don't they know
there is no reason
to talk!
Does anyone know
where your lips begin,
and where your desires end,
when you cry
with no words spoken,
when you are mended
and when heartbroken!
Can anyone see
the ocean is waiting, still,
to touch our footsteps
at its shore,
as we toy with fate
to touch the yearnings
we adore.
Can they see
no words are really necessary.
Nothing is necessary,
but you and me.
Stardust
These days,
I wonder,
Sill,
what awaits me
here,
and there, where I will be
inside some cold
Sunday.
They say this is but a bridge
to some fantastic dimension,
so, I go,
crawling the gauntlet of a journey,
as standers and bystanders
watch me, and
Nathalie makes me smile to tears.
Sometimes,
through the clouds,
it seems
is isn't, and
was never was,
and tomorrow remains
so uncertainly certain.
And I imagine myself
ensuing
and consuming
every sound and fragrance
of every symphony and flower,
drinking from
a chalice filled
with disbelief.
Seems
there never was
a more inconsequential tremor
in the abyss of a being
where mountains pierce
through darkened clouds
and collide
with blue skies
just to save
a droplet of rain
from falling.
Reality has touched me:
we all come and go
into shadow and light
like every son and daughter
vanishing in the dust of the ages
like ripples in the water
touching the shoreline
in stages.
And this wine
I will drink
while tomorrow
searches light-fully
and delightfully
to find me.
Did anyone hear
or
was my falling
too silent
like a raindrop
falling in the ocean?
Oh sleepers,
sleep your gentle
and quiet slumber;
as I silently
mingle
with the stardust
that awaits.
Simple Things
​
Birthmark of the ages
To kiss lovingly
To live passionately
To love endlessly
To caress softly
To laugh effortlessly
Resonate
Compose
repose
propose
Inhale .... Exhale ..... Breath
To be:
Appreciated
Acknowledged
Adored
Admired
Respected
Loved.....
All the things you are
and all the things you deserve
every day.
Meet Again
​
​
I saw your eyes again last night;
Like your lips
Locked to mine.
I embraced your love
And we were one
Inside a dream I pine.
Drown in me;
My dreams
were not in vain.
And we both believe
some day
we'll find each other again.
Your touch
stirs emotion,
Tender as the morning mist.
My heart shivering
Gently quivering
in your ocean
every time we kissed.
You say
you want me to find you again
After I go.
We know our souls
have been one before
in the constellation
of the ages,
And I promise to find you
once more.
My heart throbs still
for you;
Dies,
And comes back to life,
for you;
Stands still and takes flight
for you.
Is there anything more
this heart could do?
Let me flow
inside your veins
as you have
in mine.
I want to be
in your heart
where I belong,
until it's time
for us to say goodbye.
I promise once more
to find you
on the earth below,
in the constellations of love
and inside your dreams
after I go.
I'll try to recall
that our souls were one
where the sun
used to glow.
I saw your eyes again last night;
Like your soul
Locked to mine.
I touched your skin,
And we were one
Inside our own sunshine.
Tropical Isle
Dreamy eyes
I float
in tropical air
like a bird
in paradise
but feel alone
without my pair.
I smile for the camera
and pose for the rain
sun bakes gently
as I drown in feelings
I cannot explain.
I try
And try;
I try
Every day
in every way
But my feelings
just won't go away.
I say I love you
in so many
childish ways,
I chase my love
back to you
and our golden days.
You call me silly
as you hold the line
I keep on dreaming
in my own cloud of nine.
I feel like a bird in paradise
where the fragrance
of love
never dies,
but without you
by my side
I tear my heart up
open wide,
every day
and every night,
but these feelings
just won't go away.
The scent of the flowers
have faded away
the sun is finally
hiding the day,
and I want You by my side
'cause my feelings
just won't go away;
Call me silly
keep me at bay,
but my feelings
just won't go away.
Sweet Dreams
Sweet dreams,
was it all real?
today...?
Love
and Slumber
with an angel
So rare
Her fragrance
still
on the fingertips
of my soul;
Her grip
firmly
piercing my heart;
And then,
A drop more.
She left me
with a memory
and a feather
from her wings.
Sweet dreams,
I need
your tenderness tonight.
Be Mine
I still hold your fragrance in the keeping
of my senses.
I wonder if there is a greater love
than the one we feel.
Be mine
inside the tender of my tongue.
till the end
of time,
while blood still rushes
Amidst our passion,
inside our veins.
In heaven with you
in a day that made it all clear;
I want to say good morning
and goodnight to you
as you lay
beside me.
Who knows what tomorrow may bring;
let tonight
and nights ahead
be filled with a love worthy
of envy.
The love of the ages
as if there was
Just you
And me,
As though there are
No others.
Let's say good night,
and search
to find the morning
amidst our twilight
where love still stands.
Let the sidewalks
See us
stroll
And hold hands.
Let the butterflies
Understand
There is a love
more glorious
than wings of their envy;
A love more divine.
Be mine
till the end
of time.
One
You and I.
Love sublime.
​
Coitus divine.
I Live
Words strain;
ungifted with words,
I can't explain.
And emotions
drown me,
weeping down
my spine;
Adsorbed,
covered in rainbows
I wonder who you are;
And in my solace
I wonder who I am,
Without you.
And I just live,
with an angel
on my mind.
And my wishes,
my dreams
of what might be,
take flight,
inside me.
And I just live.
And she tells me
in my dreams
I am her 'what if'
and I wonder
'what now';
Now that she has
found me;
Now that she has
My heart,
My body,
My soul;
And I just live
inside my wishes
without her.
Precious Moments
​
I don't know when
or where you will meet me;
I don't know
how time will treat me
but these few precious moments
I'd like to spend with you.
Some day soon,
before the sun rises
some day soon
before the stars come to greet me
I'd like a deep slumber
with you.
Our feet naked
in some holy water of your choosing,
Our dreams of splendour
waiting to be born,
as your love begins
to complete me.
I don't know if your love
will mistreat me,
before memories and time
begin to defeat me,
but these few precious moments
I'd like to spend with you.
Beautiful Footsteps
​
Days and nights are beautiful
when you are with me.
You made me live
inside your sunshine.
And I can not,
and I will not, sleep - can't bear
to lose a minute taking you all in.
But my utopia ends so relentlessly
when you leave.
I sometimes wonder
if somewhere on the road that drives us
you will one day awaken
and realize
you must come back to me;
I listen for the sound of an engine,
I listen for the sound of your voice,
sound of you jumping in puddles of rain,
and realize there are no sounds but
the beating of my heart - fast, slow,
often motionless,
sometimes emotionless and numb.
I wonder,
if it will be long
till I see you again.
I wonder,
if morning
or some weather stormy
will guide you back, my way;
Or if you are stopped
at some crossroad of some uncertain highway,
and I wonder,
which path will see your beautiful footsteps.
And I realize I am lost
in uncertainty,
as we both walk by the window
of time ever so fleeting,
our opportunity, and chance
at this rare forever-love.
And I see,
we were both lost,
till we found us,
and tasted the perfect love.
Empty
​
The space before me lays empty,
like my soul searching
for a glimpse of you.
The whites of my eyes
grinding my eyelids
and holding the visions of you inside.
And I lay my heart down,
Empty.
And time keeps on;
I wish it would procrastinate
for a change, like me,
wandering to touch
the music in your mind
as you float constantly
inside mine.
And the distance between us
but a mere scent of love;
A simple "I am"
not "I will, soon."
As I lay empty
in my universe
without you.
My eyelids the only defence
for my brown eyes
finding the empty visions
of you.
And I lay my dreams down
so empty
without you.
Empty - prelude
​
I feel
empty
without you...
And today ended
so imperfectly,
but,
every day you leave,
ends that way
for me.
I don't know
what tomorrow has
in store;
there is nothing
I can be sure of.
The only thing
I know is
I love you
and know
You love me too.
It's so unwise
for someone like me
to wish the time away
but deep inside
I wish it were
January
or Spring of our season.
Today
your love for me
was deeper
than I have ever known
and
I feel
empty
without you...
Lost
Today I cried.
Today I was pushed aside.
Today something in me seems to have died.
Despite all the loving ways I tried,
something in me just died.
Today I couldn't keep emotions inside,
and maintain my smile on the outside.
Today,
I must take things in stride.
And I want to push you away
because I want you with me.
I want to push you away
not because you say you need me.
not because you genteel me.
I want to push you away
not because your heart steals me.
I want to push you away
because your reality conceals me.
I want to push you away
until you find your way and real me.
I want to push you away
until you believe you,
not because you believe me.
I want to push you away
but the tender of your love reveals me.
I want to push you away
because I just want you with me.
But I can't
push a perfect love aside.
So I close these eyes;
to find my angel inside.
I will keep my smile
on the outside.
I will take things cautiously,
in stride.
Rain
​
You are love,
You are habit,
You are angel,
And I...
A creature,
A simple creature;
Creature of love,
Creature of habit,
Creature of You.
Let the rain of heavens
Cover me
As you caress
The gentle of my heart
With every velvet glance of you.
And my words pour
like rain
so they may quench the thirst in you.
So they may awaken the desire to rise
in you.
So they may kiss your hands,
kiss your heart,
and your lips of fire,
and your inner desire.
Let us both leave this earth,
And be born
Again,
as One.
Or
just hold me,
as I melt into your love
like some quenching rain
as we rise
to our heaven once more.
Empty Pages
I don't stand alone;
I don't stand a ghost of a chance;
I can't stand the pain I see,
the pain in people with lonely hearts.
Their dreams that are dreamt,
but never come true.
Dreams of lovers that never will be,
fortunes misplaced in riches,
seasons that never come,
reasons never revealed,
bright lights for ever concealed.
And I wish only two wishes for me;
Let me live alone inside that lamp
of ancient ages,
able to turn the life's dark pages;
Let me grant the wishes
of strangers in pain.
Wishes to sort the mess
of kisses and limbs,
craving lips of bonded hearts and souls,
sobbing loss of twilight and rain
precious secrets of life
for ever revealed
in the illuminated solitude
of mountain peaks.
Grant my wish to be
some imprisoned Genie
granting wishes of the lonely hearts
inside beautiful souls.
A Genie in the invisible sands
of the hourglass with my forever
and endless time.
Let me be a Genie
in the magnificence of my frozen fears
in the ocean of grief
inside lonely hearts.
Believe
​
Life is a moment in time
measured by heartbeats;
sometimes beautiful,
often fleeting,
never returning.
What is certain
is our inherent control
over much of it,
if we choose to
and if we want to
realize we can.