Dim Romance

This is a prose collaboration between Cassa and SecretWriter.

She writes by the candle light in pitch black nights. The thought of his scents and words flames the wick burning in her lukewarm heart.

He lies down, stiff and exhausted from a day’s hard work, covered by the darkness of night. His mind wanders, and he dreams of her as the wax drips down the candle light. There is always this great distance dividing them, just as the milky way joining their imagination and fantasy. He spreads out the oils that collected her perfumes, reminisces of smoothing it across her shadowed skin. Light and dark that makes tiny lit hairs back when they explored galaxies within.

She writes love affair as she lives through every word and punctuation between their exchange where energy takes off in wings of imagination and fantasy. Their story is safely told as the storyteller becomes more and more tangled in the story she so vividly crafts.

Truth Hurts

I couldn't breathe or fit into a growing red China.
I would never protest or speak my mind for the fear of losing  the little freedom that I had, more so the safety of my love ones.
So I escaped and started restoration and healing in the land of downunder.

Now the suffocating condition returns when I witness my fellow citizens fighting for our freedom, and are under the tyranny of our elected government.

This is the most difficult realisation. I ran from a wolf to a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Earthing

lie down on the warm grass
gazing upward to the canopy
spin my palms from the centre
to the edge of the horizon
dig my toes through the green

Mother Earth
give me strength
give me energy
give me healing
give me courage
to carry on
to be human
to be whole

Our Eyes Meet Again

I search your hollows
For the remnant of me
There's no trace of any fire ever lit
Did your sorrow rain over our love
Or did I take your soul with me

Restriction

They were once birds who knew freedom
They used to migrate under the threat of predation and mortality
It was worth it for the freedom and population

They are pacing in this giant electric wired cage
Seasons mean little to them
Wings are on the verge of redundancy
They don't call for each other anymore
They are in it all together

Birds lost their freedom
We human lost our voice
Soulless reality holds us in captivity
Our spirit yearns for liberation
Liberty is never free
She stands on the foundation of blood, sweat and tears

Songbird

Golden dreams fill my vision
A future is awake
On a bed of promises
A feast of sweet nectar
A vantage point to serenade my love