I watched the clouds sashaying above like a canopy
made of cotton candy…August will saunter in, in a few days
and butterflies will have a great party in the sunny August afternoon.
I can see the riverbanks from here and I know the trout are
having a fun time swimming in the cool summer water.
I can see everything beautiful the only thing missing
is kissing you under the sunny sky.
Some nights my mind ventures out
to strange places … dark cavernous location
hidden from my consciousness, hidden from
beneath the façade I’ve learned to put on.
Some nights I’ve learned to seek the company
of bottled spirits to help me face the long lonely nights in solitude.
Someday I will learn to fly and soar above.
Inspite of my damaged wings.
Someday I will rise from the rubbles.
But for tonight, I’m in the company of my bottled friends.
From a sleepy thought
to a hasty morning cup of joe
I longed to be touched
to be held like how a bride
carries her wedding bouquet.
I died a million times
when you started hiding
your eyes from me.
I walked into the darkness
soothing my own pain.
Closed my eyes only to
blind me temporarily.
The westerly wind stirs the sail
of the melancholy boat.
I float, I float on the western sea
until the dark shrouded me.
I hope to hear an echo of your voice once again, so I sit alone in silence hoping to hear you. A faint sound or even a sigh from the wilderness, flutter of a dove’s wings or even a rustle from a falling leaf. Longing for a message from you or even a pale colored rainbow above the winter’s sky.
at times I feel like a gold fish
in a tiny fishbowl
swimming around all alone
seeking a place to rest
a sanctuary where there is
another soul to greet the new day
and endure the grueling walk
on the road called Life.
Over a cup of coffee 