We have things in our life that are precious
They are the parts of us
That make us who we are
The things we will never forget
They make us whole and leave a scar
A seed plants itself in your heart
It happens without your control
But suddenly it’s there
It’s a delicate thing that gives you joy
It doesn’t matter if it’s imperfect
But you never want to lose it
Our lives will consist of these pieces
That are like dandelion seeds
We feed them love without thinking
From the core of our being
Without just one, we aren’t whole
Why can’t we hold them all together
So that forever we have it all
Inevitably time blows like the wind
Each fragile seed flies away
We can dance around to catch them
But love was never ours to hold
It must be free to live and breathe
To create and to pass away
Every part of our soul that we have fed
That feeds us and makes life worth it
Belongs to the maker of the wind
The One that is greater than it all
Who holds everything in balance
The core that each life belongs to
That very heart of Love
Saves every smile and tear
From the beginning to the end
And is painting a beautiful portrait
As the breeze blows each moment away
So that when we look back at our life
We see the precious memories
Blessings that never truly disappeared
It starts but doesn’t end bare
Loving, remembering, painting
Until your picture is complete
A dandelion in God’s hand
With every part that made you...you

"Looking at you seeing God's precious gift worth keeping."

Tell me what you wish for,
all I need is what you need.
Whenever you need succour,
I'll gladly yield myself to help.

Your smile disseminates rays of hope,
I can hardly look away from it.
With you I know I can cope,
cos our connection is gainly fit.

Whenever your hand holds mine,
I bounce forth and bubble.
My being rejoices because you are mine,
thus no one can make me grumble.

Though the crowd makes me fret,
your presence gives me strength.
You embody many precious things,
I'm glad I found you out quick.

What is the colour of your love?
Rainbow. What's yours?

Quiet. Silence filled in the space.
My heart heaved.
I breathe in the intoxicating smoke before I finally answered.

It's golden.
Sweet.
Thick like honey.

It's golden,
Tough.
Shines like amber.

It's golden.
Hot.
Burns like lava.

It's golden.
It's perilous.

i traverse life now
keeping precious mind busy
between cigarettes

Some consider it to be finite & counted
While others find it incessantly mounted

Time is not about retrospection when lonely
But a worthy asset to be invested wisely

Make time for the ones of importance
Before its too late for reluctance

It teaches us that despondence shall pass
Or its not going to be forever sunny

We would know how precious is this entity
Only if we could exchange for money

Thus do it now, the wish you summon
Its late already, time waits for none

Sometimes lose track of the times I wished for more time