Memento

A journey back in time 
From years far gone
You're in a decrepit state 
And your age unknown
Warped and faded
Discolored and torn
Dusty and chipped
Overgrown and forlorn
Your beauty left unnoticed
Overlooked and neglected
Until my world slowed down
My life put in perspective
The memories you hold
From my years gone past
The spark you possess
Unlocked another chance
For me to touch, to hold
All at once transporting me
Somewhere dear and personal
With a special meaning to see
Reminding me of a face, a place
A feeling, a particular state of mind
Hoping I was there again present
At that exact moment in time

The Moon

I looked up at the Moon tonight 

and was again mesmerized 

by the mysterious beauty she casts 

to admirers like us from afar. 

Like hopeless lovers, 

we couldn't resist 

her magical attraction, 

especially on a clear 

and lovely night. 

Not even the presence 

of a multitude of stars - 

bigger and brighter than her, 

can ever compare 

to her enchanting countenance. 

We stop, 

we stare, 

and get overwhelmed 

with wistful emotions. 

We are too weak 

to try and turn our backs, 

we simply 

cannot look away.

Farewell

I was desolate, lost and left behind
staring at this line where sky and earth meet
long after the sails that carried you
drifted further and further away

beyond the edge of my world
towards the unknown, out of reach
Slowly the colors of the world started to fade, 
drained cruelly away by the same beast that took you
Even the pull and crash of the waves 
upon the shore stood muffled,
the relentless breath of the winds halted
as the beating of my heart slowed to a stop
In this lifetime, I have loved many times
but one love has burned my soul forever
I am not going to miss you
I am not going to find you
I am not going to look for you
I don't want to know where you are
Not anymore

Candor

Come now and bare your soul to me

Allow me to touch the core of your being

Let us start with no more question unanswered

And no more thoughts left unsaid

The Other Side of Here

Close your eyes and reach out to my outstretched soul
Waiting for you on the other side of reality
When you and I are once again face to face --- 
Looking straight at each other's eyes 
Not with the faithful yearning that we always carry
But with the joy of finally being present, together,
When our souls are able to touch and dance with each other
Like they were always meant to be
How the heavens suddenly wept, and then exploded 
With such brilliance and celebration ---
"Finally", the Universe will sigh, "at last!".

Abeyance

Who are you 

always asking me to wait, 

to understand, to forgive?
Is it not enough that 

I have offered my world at your feet?
And tell me, 

what do I get in return?
Crumbs of time 

when you have nothing else to do?
A haphazardly written message 

when you are half-awake and couldn't sleep?
A  plea for attention 

when nobody else seem awake 

to give you an ear?
Do not ask me anymore to wait, 

please, not much longer
For I am teetering on the brink.

Wordsmiths

We find beauty in words.

There is something about them that enchants us. 

But the truth is, the beauty is not in the words,

it comes from the wordsmith. 

 

Words are eternally powerful and timeless.

Uttered or written, I guess it doesn't really matter. 

Ultimately, they end up deeply etched

in the recipient's being, carried forever within –

either treasured or abhorred.

So be careful with your words

and handle them prudently. 

 

Wordsmiths are the magicians

of our modern world.

They can breathe life back

to a hopeless case

or deliver a killing blow

to someone in his utmost prime.

This magic comes from gifted minds

who can arrange familiar words together

that will eventually find their way

into our very hearts, minds and even souls

this gift is rare and must be treasured.

These words induce heartaches,

perplex us, bring us to tears

and fill our minds with endless worlds and wonder. 

Their power is limitless.

Their unpredictable minds

can string up words together

in various ways and make them come out 

magnificently spellbinding each and every time.

We all have the same sack of words

that we carry around to use as we please,

however, only a handful of skilled wordsmiths

are able to create emotions

such that we have never felt remotely possible

just by digesting their crafted words.

Masterpiece

 A simple thought of you and I suddenly become a poet.

Sudden rush of emotions come forth, best expressed and laid out in ink.

You are my poetry brought to life, my masterpiece.

Weeds

There is a kind of yearning that cannot be healed by time. 

In fact, the longer it lasts, the deeper it grows.

Anguish

You are both my happiness
and my sorrow
pushing me to the edge
of my sanity
to taste the wondrous
fountain of joy
and the sweet temptation of pain
through borrowed moments
away from our sad realities
and always running out of time.

Apart

I hold your heart, yet you are still too far away
Cruel twists of fate kept us far apart
But despite the distance, our souls kept fighting
To reach out and celebrate its other half.
I want to be happy, I want to be selfish
Break the cage that keeps me from you
I can't wait for sleep to meet you there.
In our secret place, between anywhere and nowhere.
Even time itself cannot make us forget
And many possibilities may still abound
There could yet be a place waiting for us somewhere
Unbound by the rules of our hapless circumstance.

Incipient

I always find myself thinking about you during my waking hours...
even in my sleep you are still there, haunting me.
You creep in without warning, a thought, a memory,
a dose of bubbly warmth unfurling, waiting to become more, but for now,
enough to get me by throughout the day.
With you in my thoughts, colors are brighter,
flowers more resplendent, and songs takes on new meaning ---
as if they are whispered for my ears alone.
My skin tingles as if touched, kissed and caressed by the wind ---
ever so lightly and sweet.
I hear your voice
filled with resonant images of times we spent together,
exceptional times when I felt content, complete.
The look in your eyes is forever etched in my mind's eye,
that look of love, of trust, and a promise...
that no matter where our future takes us, or how long it will take us to get there,
your hand will be there, holding mine, clasped to withstand time,
and brazen enough to face whatever comes.
For our souls will never stop aching to be one again - soon.

Möbius

I guess a person 

does not stop loving someone, 

ever.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, 

loving a person once, 

no matter how short-lived, 

or how long ago it was, 

it actually does not go away, 

it stays - it is eternal.  

It eats up a piece of your heart 

and leave a wound 

that will never heal .... 

a part of you, 

lost forever, 

for it was given freely to another. 

You would think with time, 

you have moved on 

and left that old self 

and all the emotions contained within, 

but come a chance 

to see the person again 

or even just hearing his voice 

or reading his words, 

that warm feeling will rise up again, 

engulfing you, 

make the tips of your fingers tingle 

and your palms cold. 

A few seconds, 

that is all it takes 

for all the memories to come rushing back, 

all the familiar sensations 

fills your every being, 

and you are back there again, 

in that momentous time and place, 

a long time ago.

Augury

Love, you are a liar,

You have a smile

   on your face

But secretly, 

   you are an assassin,

Someone about to kill me.