For a few short moments
I held you in my arms
absorbing you, memorizing you,
pouring a lifetime's worth of love
into you.

A few short moments is all it took
for the sight of you,
the scent of you,
the innocence of you,
to triumph over the pain and the fear
of you.

In those fleeting moments, you -
who insisted on leaving my body
three weeks before you were due -
promptly made yourself at home in my heart
as though you belonged there.

"It's time." the nurse pronounced too soon,
and with helpless, wrenching sadness
I wordlessly handed you back -
back to the stranger who would take you away,
away from my world, from my love.

From that time forward,
you would belong to another mother
and a father who would care for you as their own,
who would provide for you and love you
in ways that I could not.

Time passed; days dissolved into weeks
then years, as you continued to claim
your rightful place inside my heart,
bathing it in light and love
while my tears commemorated you.

Then you, my son, suddenly reappeared in my life,
now a magnificent young man,
bringing me gifts of love and acceptance,
healing my wounded spirit and
revealing love' s triumph at last.

why is being a dreamer a bad thing?
what is wrong with imagining yourself in a better place,
in a better life.
at least i can lift my head above all the water
that drowns you daily
at least i have the courage to imagine
where i can be
where i will be
at least my mind has the capacity
to know all that i am possible of.
dreams take up the same space as quadratic equations and iambic pentameter,

so stop being upset
when someone calls you a dreamer
and say, with a smile,
hopefully you can be one, too.

I used to write
My secrets in the sand,
Knowing they would never stay
Long enough to be told.

I used to just swim,
pulled my hair up and never
Really tasted the salt that foamed
After the crash.

I've ran in the sand,
Sure, but never have I
Ever let it smooth my
Skin into what it could be.

Before today, I've never
Let the current take me
Under and feel what it's like
To always come back to something.

And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.

Hey
This is me
All naked in front of you

My scars are the battles
I lost many
But I won a few

What do you see?
When you look through me
Or to you, is it all blue?

I have craved your presence,
Like the sky needs the moon,
But do you have the slighest clue?

I've waited so you would say,
"I got you", for you could stay –
But none of it could ever be true

The
skies
whispered
to her,
“I wish
for someone
to feel the
warmth of
your presence,
the blessing
of your
existence
as you
hold hands
In softer
warmth,
I pray
the beauty
of your
delicate
heart
will be
protected,
for you
to forever
love books,
art and
symphonies,
I hope you
will always
keep your
head full
of dreams
as you
become
lost in the
clouds
and starry
nights,
I will write
poetry of
how he
will softly
kiss your
neck and
hold you
close,
and love
all of what
you cannot
see, the
petals
revealed
only to his
heart,
It's music
sings of
of everything
and all for
only one,
the wonder
of your
pretty
smile,
your
laugh
reminiscent
of tinkling
fairies
dancing
In the
night,
when
you will
go to sleep,
as you tuck
yourself
Into your
pillow, he
will kiss
your cheek
before you
sleep,
as you
close your
eyes,
and drift
Into the
stars,
where
you will
dance
In the
moonlight,
remember
to always
keep your
sense of
wonder,
and never
lose the
daydream
In your
eyes,
as you
make waves
in the foam of
your coffee
and see a
white balloon
floating in
the sea of
my clouds,
I know
you will
always
love visiting
those cafes,
and writing
In your
brown
leather
notebook,
seeing
the unfelt
beauty,
roaming
through
photos,
memories
and the
feeling
every
breath
you
share
with
him,
I wish for
you to
open
yourself,
I know,
you
struggle
to reveal
what
you hold
deep in your
heart, for it is
the ones
who struggle
to reveal their
words are
the ones
with the
deepest
emotions,
you were
once the
fractured
rose, with
petals heavy
with falling
tears,
veiled by
the blankets
of silken pain,
and how
beautifully
you revealed
your light
from the
darkness,
the greatest
suffering
allows the
coming of
spring,
your petals
will rise
to the moon
once more,
for you
are the
angelic
one,
the one
who is
worthy
of being
loved.”