i'm glad to be alive in a world where his gently awakening eyes nourish the morning sun.
this heart yearns... for the salt of unsmelt air unswept thunderstorms... unknown adventures.
What's a rainy day without some delicious coffee-flavoured loneliness?
you are as fleetingly beautiful as a mother’s tears and a father’s pranks a brother’s bachelorhood and a best friend’s bad mood a bride’s glittering jitters and a handsome stranger’s smile.
because some things sometimes aren't ours to hold, but just beautiful to listen to.
..i spill into the kind of silence only Khalil Gibran would understand.
it was the kind of moon that I would want to send back to my ancestors and gift to my descendants so they know that I too, have been bruised...by beauty.
Every heart must have its private bestseller book.
some poems froth and foam and rise... out of my morning cup of mist-sweetened coffee.
Give me a moon-blanket night to keep me warm a long-gone smile to comfort me a pair of rain-blue eyes to haunt me a simple soul ...to love me.
may my touch always...be tender as i would stroke mother's cheeks when she cried.
i am infinitely yearning brimming and overflowing in words i discover it’s another way for me to be in tears.
how can i ever breathe normally again after having been cradled by the kind of sorrow so silent, that it nourishes after having been swept by the kind of joy so absolute, that it wounds.
i am permanently tanned in the summer of poetry.
savor with me the lushness of a lingering sleep... and last night’s dream.
when I finally begin to drift into sleep your memory is the...first and the moonlight the last, to kiss my face.
let me die from having being drunk on indigo skies, my liver... overflowing with stars.
I wish to stay drenched forever in those rain-blue eyes in those...soul-reaching crystals not moving a muscle nor breathing just savoring this turquoise ache against my heart.
...so i will greet you in a way all loved things are meant to be greeted with a tear in my heart and a poem in my eye.
may my faith always be at the end of the day like a hummingbird...returning to its favorite flower.