beautifulYou used to say, "You're beautiful",
with eyes on mine and racing pulse.
And I had to close my eyes,
craving for silence to deceive me.
Now, when you whisper it to me,
eyes closed holding me in the dark,
I secretly wish it to be true.
And I want you...all of you.
Hoping to hang on to those moments
when our hearts race for all the wrong reasons;
I catch your eyes lingering
too long on my dreaming face.
Soon you become accustomed to my voice,
and you listen.
You say, "Hey Beautiful"
I reply, "Hey You".
I know you, like the lines of your face
that I traced while you fell half dreaming.
And I reluctantly fell for you,
but not completely.
No, not ever.
But I continue...to fall.
rush into wonderTears on my fingertips
And a smile on my pillow
takes us away
Into moments of gladness
and sometimes sadness
5 weeks and you said
5 weeks and I've been
holding on to hope
and I don't know what
So what about you?
Did you mean to run
When I've been walking?
Did you miss something
When I was talking?
Loud and clear
It must've been messy
And static from that distance
or were you dreaming ahead
Of a girl made up
of everything but
What you didn't hear
in the dark
So in silence I say
"There's no rush"
My watch stops
When I inhale
Then you give me a bell
to ring when I breathe again
1 week of numbness
and I wonder
How long it will be
'til we dance again?
an apologyApologies to the one who feels
Say the word and it would be done.
Minds in tune though unlinked
Moved by influence from another.
Say not in silence for I am blind
Blow that whisper directly.
Pain was never intended
Though felt here and there.
autumn's fallTip toed into Autumn's breathe
and blew secret silent smoke bubbles;
kissing the black face of Night
and for a moment painting moving pictures in the dark.
The old wrinkly tree politely stood his distance;
half illuminated by shadow and the twinkling eyes of Heaven.
Bare limbs outstretched as if offering me comfort;
acknowledging the spectre plaguing me
- my perpetual hate and love.
As ash cried into the earth,
Autumn danced around me more insistently.
While I delighted in the exchange
my body shivered and regretfully refused to numb.
I wished Heaven good-night;
and gave thanks to the old one with a waning smile.
Retiring to my world to dream once more;
ever with the company of Loneliness
Dedicated to the Albino FiloThe ages are not long enough
for my arms don't stretch that far.
Though, my arms reach to embrace you,
the memory of which I hope
will last eternal.
The path we've trod familiar -
now gone but not forgotten;
brings us here to cross roads
to go forth as friends
much like kin (unlike our own);
to discover what has yet to be revealed.
Our pains manifest our passions,
intertwined in comradery.
Such loyalty to our hearts of hearts,
and honoured by the strength held by our spirits.
So let us rejoice in what our hands can hold;
And hold what's left in our hearts.