My love for you is ink stained—
green, when i planted thoughts of you
purple, when you were my king
blue, when i thought you were my sky
and black, when i was over you
…
My love for you is ink stained,
validated by the waiting paper.
i hold a story about us
i hold it dear in my heart
although we are far apart
i hold a story about us
i shout it out to blank pages
my pen is always ready
i hold a story about us
but i dared not tell you
all the universe knows but you
i hold a story about us
now ready to become a book
hoping one day you will read
* * *
thinking of you
is like bad meditation
it is finding your inner peace
yet in the wrong direction
i remind myself
again and again,
like a repeated prayer
that we’re not and never will be
i am an alien,
hitchhiker from outer space
in my sailing ship of a head
destination unknown
and you, you are human—
time-saving awesome human.
I sit in my room anticipating
the day laid out by the sun
Shadows in the corner stops me
But my chains are unlocked now
There’s a lady waiting at the door
Ash pale face looking down
Her dressed feet ready for the taking
“Where to now?”, she asks
Her eyes sparkling blue
reminds me of the sea
and the outside world
where I am meant to be
I stepped towards the door
Held her cold hands
To the unknown shores
where her blue eyes belong
* * *
i wish i could love
the way you loved her
— strong and soft,
wild and tamed
a complex kind of love
and yet so simple…
you fell for her
like a drop of water
to a silken summer sea,
leaving ~ vibrations all around
if a man should love the world
and lose his own soul
then i am a lost case…
for i am in love with the grass
on my bare feet,
the stately trees around,
the sea reflecting beauty of the sky,
and the warm sun hugging my body
and i thank God i’m a woman!
Stand on the pulpit that is the earth,
Take off your clothes of shame;
Do not be afraid to step on the dust
For it shall be your resting place.
Look at the weeds teeming with life,
No one has watered nor cared for;
Learn and persevere like them, who
Patiently waits for the sun and rain.
Ponder on the beauty of a flower,
Reflect upon its silence and grandeur;
Do not hasten the changing seasons
All will start to wither after springtime.
Seek for the beginning of everything–
The garden of paradise ruined by the fall;
Then try to look for the tree of life
And there, you tell your poem.
