I waited in the summers,
For the breeze of yours
I waited in the winters,
For the warmth of yours
I waited in the springs,
For the scent of yours
I waited,
But you were at someone else's door
You waited,
Not for me,but someone else's odour

all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.

I hear the sweet songs of the birds deep into my heart
The sweet fragrant smell of the rain rejuvenates my soul
The beautiful flowers blooming reawakens my mind
The warmth of the sun brings my body back to life
Spring has come oh so lovingly

-Shelly Ramos

There is an underground story
When i see this juvenile olive in bloom.
Of lines,
Of angles,
Of raindrops,
Abstract that is left unsaid.

i'd date the moon
just to be able to see the stars
in the vast night sky
alluring, dazzling eyes
surrounded in a deep sea of lies,
let me drown, in your mesmerising dream.