there is some achingthat will only heal…in the mosque of sleep.
the sapphire depthof my own love…startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.
may my touchalways…be tenderas i would strokemother’s cheekswhen she cried.
funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.
sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.
the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.
my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway….of my life.
your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.
this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
a silent night. – the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.
even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.
Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.
poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.
What’s a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?
Tomorrow camewith the illusion of todayeven more fleeting than yesterdayit camelike it always comesand wentlike it’s always gonelike a favorite song in its final secondsTomorrow came and leftleaving nothingnothing…but a familiarlingeringsense of loss behind.
I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks
when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.