Would you rather
Live the life you want
and hurt?
Or live the life you need
In hurt?

~
The day cradles Night to sleep,
For even the stars need to rest.
So sleep, seraphic beauty,
You've long endured life’s test.
~

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Dandelion fingers
Brush bruised, barren land

Speckled snowflakes sewn
From follicles of frost

Dusty dreams drape
Over salted wounds

Mystic memories mark
Mirages in no man’s land

Subtle, silvery silence
Nestles through prolonged nights

A touch too tender —
Love and light,
Love and light.

~

Chaos creeps,
And silence speaks.

Love that’s light
Is no match for nature’s blight.

Seeds disperse
Under Satan’s curse

All that remains
Of seeds once sown —

Stark, spiked stems
Of dandelion fingers

Dandelion fingers of my own.
-

Once upon a time,

My heart yearned for a pair of eyes, those that never once met mine.

They were delicate, enhancing a fragile glass, ready to shatter at any moment.

But I didn't want to prevent such a beautiful moment.

On the contrary,

I simply wanted to watch it happen.

Because there were colorful butterflies flying carelessly above it,

Perfectly reflecting on my glass.

I knew it was something only I can see.

It wasn't love, perhaps curiosity.

I simply wanted to watch over it,

Just for a little longer.

And I still linger.

Curious, and the same question,

"What is it thinking at the moment?"

"Has it shattered?"

Or rather,

"Has it healed?"

Over and over again.

I didn't expect,

An aching heart.

Is it because that very aching heart,

Belongs to me?

In this blizzard of greenery,
looking for a bliss,
for my sunshine that hides beyond
the cloudy abyss.

As the crow was yet to fly away,
the wave whispered, and reminded me.

I was always looking for you.
Come, my love, Complete me.