We don’t need much encouragement to ignite a thousand fireflies. Talking about the weather is our way to keep the ambience lukewarm. People talk about chemistry or destiny. Though we both know that it’s the knowing which only dreamers know; the touching which only lovers fathom.
We don’t need much encouragement to spread a wild fire. Being silent is what we can master to mask the need. People talk about soul mates or twin flames. For us, it’s just two people happily know each other but never feel the need to meet.
We don’t need much encouragement to burn up heaven. Leaving without saying goodbye is the only way that we survive from each other. People talk about love and affair. We know too well that we choose neither.
So it’s just like we said it would be, forever perfectly perfect.
This is another collaboration with Bree. Do check out her written and audio poetry, you will be sated: Secret Thoughts Within
I see you sitting here all alone
wondering if your worries
will keep you up again tonight
I hate seeing you break
watching the light draining
from your sunken eyes
Let it wash away
you were never meant
to carry a burden so laden
Tell me your troubles
pour them out into my open heart
and together we’ll break the chains of despair
Today is your birthday. The birthday girl is special. The birthday girl is beautiful. I bet the angels up there sing, ‘The Dublin birthday girl is special. The Dublin birthday girl is beautiful Here on earth I sing, ‘Darling I love you. Darling I miss you. Happy Birthday!’
This poem was originally posted on 17 March this year. I wrote this poem as a dedication to my fellow blogger and dear friend Robbie (ArchangelWhiteWolf). Some of you may also have been following Robbie’s blog and know that Robbie decided to close his blog. I feel it is fitting for me to post this poem again to remember Robbie.
When I sit alone under the pastel moonlight I imagine you sitting in solitude sighing into the cosmic night sky
How many battles have you fought How many dreams have passed you by
I stretch out my arms in rolled up sleeves trying to catch as many wishes you shout to the universe as my heart is able to contain turn them into prayers lighting up the dying dreams of a warrior