I wonder why
you spill everthing
on paper
the good the bad
the beauty the ugliness
the wins the fuckups
then this springs to mind
“But everything exposed by the light becomes visible – and everything that is illuminated becomes a light.”
It is so true!
I moved country, continent, hemisphere
I fit my life into a suitcase
I came naked
I will go naked
It is one suitcase too much
memory fades
happy or sad
we live momentarily
eventually memory loss
what do I hold dearly
will I recognise
the you and me once been
in the shadowbox
chained around my neck
the picture will be so blur
in my failing mind
the shadow box will be so worn out
by the fiddle of my fingers
you perhaps will be long gone
with my smile imprinted to
your soul
a lone bluebird
glides across the prairie
flapping his vibrant wings
to survey his love
“Touch your lips with a magic kiss
And you’ll be a bluebird too,
And you’ll know what love can do”
will love bring you to me
my northern bluebird
if I walk about in the plains
leaving sparse scent trails
will you land on my shoulder
touch my lips with a magic kiss
and will I be a bluebird too,
and we’ll know what love can do
How many times have you picked up
my suitcase from the airport carousel?
They are exactly the times we spent
our sweet honeymoons.
When they ended, we returned to our independent lives.
People comes and goes like a revolving door.
Not one distracts us from each other
for each journey ends
each planning for another honeymoon starts.
The circle of life manifests in our love
like children enjoy the merry-go-round.
Cinnamon kisses are sweet at dawn
after an exotic night play
The remnant of the tangled souls
swirls like earthy warm smoke
infuses the haze cool morning
You greet me in the morning
in shyness hiding as a bud
waiting to bloom
with the first sun ray
I mesmerise your vulnerable beauty
with little patience
caress you with eager breaths
witnessing the full blossom
He is
warm like the winter sun
displays affection in abundance
He is
grounded like the strong roots
carries the life source
He is
transparent with his feelings
exhibits vulnerability
He is
gifted with a wicked sense of humour
shines through a beautiful mind
He is
self aware in quiet confidence
respects others with upmost integrity
He is
undeniably
perfect!
She
an only child grew up with cats
a city girl came from the subtropical rain
with lavender scent among the dragon ferns
He
a lone man curled up on a couch
immersing in books and writing stories
sipping black coffee with spices
They
watch people and clouds to pass time
tread through the powdery rain in Vans
reassemble Vincent’s starry night in jigsaw puzzle
under the autumn silvery moon
hedgehogs hide by the vegetable patch
melancholic harmonica playing softly
I am having a real hard time
to accept how oversharing
I am with you
It’s like constantly breaking a moral code
As if I had been lying all those times
before your arrival
All the descriptive words about me
aloof, distant, absent, drifted, silent…
I am completely being inappropriate
As if I am possessed by a chatter box amplifier
manifests itself in file download with high speed optic fibre
flying to be stored in your digital briefcase
the moment I am awake
synchronicity is in autopilot
Oh hacker! get me out of here
before my cheeks burn into hot coals
Flicker of Thoughts 