Closing my eyes
I imagine you
Standing
With your back to me
And doing something mundane  
Like…
Brushing your teeth,
Wiping down a countertop,
Or fixing your hair
As music plays
In the background
And your hips
Sway to the rhythm

As I move closer to you
My hands gravitate
To your waist
Pulling you slightly
Towards me

And as you slowly spin
Around to me
Our eyes lock...
And your arms
Naturally drift
Up and around my neck
Into a dancing position

And as we slowly glide
Around the room
We kiss lightly
As if we are stealing
Each other’s breath

The world feels like
We are walking on air

In real life…
You are just learning
How to ‘dance’ again
While I’m swaying
To the music
That you’ve created within me

And I can’t wait
Till the next time
Where we can
Talk
Smile
Laugh
And Dance
To the music in our hearts

I wanted to get lost in your ocean and if I never drew another breath I wouldn't mind if it meant seeing you smile at me once more. Sinking in your gaze, and floating in your smile, without a breath, without a care, without a regret, but to tell you how gorgeous your eyes looked under the moon that night when you told me the truth

how many crossroads and passages must there be to get lost in your eyes, brighter than the sun yet darker than the night. For two things to live so near to each other is only explained by magic. The magic in the softness and grace in your eyes as if you were a ballerina under water, without a breath without a care. The magic in the puddle of happiness we splashed in with our gumboots on a rainy day many summers ago. Look in the puddle, past the sparkle of curiosity that reflects the suns rays, further down, and you will find the emptiness of my sorrow now we have gone our seperate ways, in hope of meeting again soon, forever unknowing of when.

By morning I must wakeup, but I urge to remain dreaming of the magic in your eyes as I remember them. But what compels me to open my eyes to the drowning world of chaos and loneliness we live in is the knowledge that there is a chance I may see you again, a glimpse of the one I once knew, but I never do. I'm beginning to wonder if I should remain asleep forever.

I see blue from a rooftop,  
blinded by light and laughter.  
an embrace of the sun —  
my skin, melting butter.  

through the attic window,  
weightless curtains flutter…  
and I suddenly wonder:  
what it feels like to be a bird?  

smelling air,  
its scent of lavender,  
singing the wind's song,  
unbottling memories of last summer.  

enjoying a rainbow after the thunder,  
oh, how I wonder  
what it feels like to have wings?  

and I fall asleep, lullabied into dreams  
by a gentle wind with its tune of a summer breeze.

dreams,
let them float
to you.

don't try
to make them
into something
you wish
to dream about.

just let
the universe
decide.

I once read in the language of flowers
That blue rose means overcoming the impossible
In nature, there's no such thing as blue color
According to the various scientific facts I once read

Yet despite the fact that blue roses never existed in nature,
I keep my hopes that someday it will happen
It is also my deepest desire to someday overcome the things
That I deemed impossible for me

As I am an avid dreamer sharing a sentiment,
One of the things that I once deemed impossible
Is a fated encounter of a man who'll bring me a boquet of blue roses
As they say, women has soft spot for flowers

For I am a woman who keeps dreaming
Like the symbol conveyed by the blue roses
I keep praying and hoping that someday, the blue roses blooms to existence.

Staring holes into the universe
Gazing far beyond our galaxy
Watching acid rain on Venus
Leaving half of my thoughts on distant planets

I've been walking on Triton
I've been circling black holes
And yet, the most beautiful words
Come to my mind when it's empty

Looking for home among distant stars
While Earth's own beauty left its mark
So I'll take my journal and tent
And write down the whispers of this planet
While still embracing its cosmic neighborhood

Somewhere beside a rocky shore,
A sea so deeply blue,
Sparkling like sapphires and diamonds in the light.

Somewhere in another world,
A little piece of my soul
Paints an olive tree.

Somewhere beyond the inland confines,
The wind is free,
The rocky cliffs wild and imposing,
As heavy oil paints the canvas,
Dappled green and yellow.

Somewhere in Greece,
My heart is free,
Where worlds build underneath my steady strokes,
And the brush an extension of my being.