We'll be just fine

I don't know how I know
Still, as elephants roam free
throughout this land of mine
and you're up in the air
lighting up the night sky
I just know.

I already know

I already know,
you don't have to speak
of the things you've seen,
I have seen them in your eyes
and I am not afraid of them.

I already know,
you don't need to show me
the scars that mark your past,
I have touched them on your skin
and I bow to them.

I already know,
you don't have to speak
of the longings in your heart,
I have felt them in your song
and I dance to them.

I already know,
you don't have to speak
of the things that are yet to come,
they unravelled in my dreams
and I am open to them.

You are safe

You are safe, the flutter of her wings gently whispered

As the moth rested on my shoulder 

with her veil of soft darkness
piercing a hole through my deaf ear.

I hear you, moth, I do,
I feel your weightless touch
I see your delicate dark beauty
I am bewitched by the sweetness of your wine.

Yet, I do wonder, how come are you 

unafraid to burn your wings
in the fire of this love,
unabated from your quest of light,
undeterred from your thirst of truth?

How come a delicate winged creature such as you
bestows her gifts to the night alone,
so frail and so exposed to the wims of blackness?

How cruel is the mere existence of you 

in reminding me the unbereable vulnerability 

of tiny winged things 

hopelessly magnetised by beauty and grace?

Hush now, little frightened one, she spoke,

Never you mind the fulness of this fire

Nor the bait of this enticing light

Nor the menacing pitfalls of being delicate and open.

For, you see, it is your light 

that has lured me here

to burn in your love

and teach you trust.

So lay your guard down, darling,

we're just here for a little while.

Sing to me

when you sing to me
the world falls into silence
hurry dissolves into timelessness
doubt gives into trust
fear melts into love

and, as I breathe in your song,
there is no more you or I
there is just music
enchanting the whole of existence
into a beautiful cosmic dance of solace

so, you see, your song
is healing the world
through my ears
filled with tears
of grace.

Fuck

This is my tiny poem
spilled out like a tiny
(fucking)
prayer
from my tiny
(fucking)
balcony
floating through space
like a tiny
(yes, fucking)
timeless bubble:

fuck it all,
fuck cheer
fuck joy
fuck love and
most of all
fuck life
screwing up
all my fucking
(tiny)
plans!

This feels
(fucking)
un-poetically grand!

Fuck, yeah!

Here, still

As you hold me near
Bidding your goodbyes,
Tears fill my ears
And music floods my eyes.

Still, I hear the river
Tearing us apart,
Still, I see the beauty
Flowing through your heart,

Still, I feel your fingers
Piercing through my pain,
Still, I taste your sweetness
Pourring with the rain.

And as I ride this distance
Rising higher and higher,
I still breathe inside you.
Can you feel my fire?