I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not...

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird…returningto its favorite flower.

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

kisses explode when… someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver…overflowing with stars.

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic…never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

You touched my heart…ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been…merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.

your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.

How….will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

I breathe in…the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh…be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

I had embraced you…long before i hugged you.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.

I breathe in…the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

…and so many colorsI will have seen…the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.

…so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

leave me a smilejust warm enough…to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.

Live as many lives as you can.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.

Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.

it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispereddream…in the mysteriousblue minutesbefore dawnlike a secretinfatuation…. like slowlanguorous sipsof green tea… like a lingeringglimpsea self-wrappedparadiselike his name upon my lips.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.