Once upon a childhood ago,
I wanted an elephant, you know,
Only a toy friend,
Did my family laugh no end!
Yes, I wanted a heydo-**,
Once upon a childhood ago.......

Possibilities change
to what is
near you,
any reaching
suddenly gone
to constant wonder.
Hypothesis discarded
until tomorrow,
or longer;
as it's you, right now.

and it isn’t so odd that
we become each other’s
caretakers, as like
children, we reach for love,
as if we’ve never endured
a long winter’s night alone,
hope the last matchstick
lit in our hand.

The Artisan tongue and Linguistic,
Likes of the melted cheese upon the mouth,
And the gift of tamoto soup in winter tundra.

Those are the gift that I seek upon,
As an indentured servant looking upon the wonders of aurora boreal,
Or a spiritless soul seeking to quench the inner fiber meld with ether.

Dream seeker with nothing to stand,
A adventurer without a quest,
Or the rebel without a cause.

Those days are but a distant past,
Forgotten murmur of mythic dreams,
As radiance dawn from each breath.

Come upon the golden kingdom,
And seek prize upon the window of glory,
While never stand in comfort of being normalized.

The suburban curse of procrastination,
The comfort of daydream,
The arrogant silence of enact.

The desire to seek greatness entwined with destiny,
Perpetual confidence grasp the very breath of existence,
And one would crawl out from nothing.

I breathe to be something,
And seek everything,
To avoid being nothing.

For seekers desire,
And desire seek every essence of breath another day to be all things.

flowing so gracefully across the river
I see a lovely rose with deep red tones
radiant wet gleaming petals caught my eye
should I extend my hand to revive it's beauty?
what was the reasoning of its loneliness?
was this romantic figure sent to me?
yet I refuse to turn away

looking out my bed room window
everything was in black and white
trees and grass vibrated in the wind
further down eyeing the white gate
a bright golden light caught me eye
hovering was one ray of true beauty
a long stemmed red rose stood tall with
such vibrant green and healthy leaves
yet so very far and out of my reach
should I extend my hand to capture its beauty>
what was the reasoning of its loneliness?
yet I refuse to turn away

Reach
For the stars
They say

But stars were never meant to be reached
Were never meant to be touched

Reach
They say

You reach
And they do not reach with you

The stars have never felt so far away
And maybe they’re meant to be that way

Reach
They say

You reach
And their eyes are full of judgement

And when you burn
You burn alone

Reach
They say

You reach
And they turn their faces away

And when you fall
You fall alone

Reach
For the stars
They say

For they have never reached
They have never burned
They have never fallen

You reach
And as you hit the ground
They call you a shooting star

Beautiful
They say

It’s a shame
It didn’t
Last
Longer

(For stars were never meant to be reached
Were never meant to be touched

By human hands

And we are only human, after all)

Your words pierced through us,

Like a clear glass splitting us worlds apart,

You are there right in front of me,

Yet you couldn't even hear me calling for you,

As tears shed your eyes,

You mouthed the three words I've been dying to hear,

Never had I smiled so widely yet felt sad at the same time.


-HIY

You've got a twinkle in your eye,
one I really can't describe.
Yet your laugh shines so bright
it reminds me of the stars in the night sky.
Maybe it's because you feel so out of reach.
I could be asked to wish upon a star,
yet I'd think about you.
You're like my North Star.
You guide me.
I'm not sure what lies ahead,
and that alone is overwhelming most nights.
But my certainty clings to the fact that
I know my future will be bright,
so long as you stay in it.