Can the heart compute desire's trajectory
Or logic obtuse with semantic ambiguities
This simple ache's expletive detonation?
This is the wordless ultimate ballistic
Impacting past Science's reason, past logic
To blast the heart's defensive mechanism.
O my heart, my lost hope love, my dear
Absence and hunger mushroom my hemispheres;
......
I caught myself missing him.
Realistically I don't know if I missed him or missed the routine,
The good morning text, getting through the day updating one another and the simplicity of having someone be present in your life.
I'm not sure if I missed him or if I missed the potential I saw in him, the way his mother convinced me he was a good guy when no one was around.
I'm not sure if I missed him or missed what could have been. We could have been something good and healthy. We could have healed one another's traumas. We could have been happy.
......
A silvery dream upon the night sky
Shining betwixt the tiny shimmers
Queen of the dark alam is she,
Beauty resting upon her in sanctity
That mere words can’t help but flatter
Brimming with epics at her flower beds
That the poets sing praises
But none versed enough
To match her luminous attire
......
When evening falls,
your voice softens the sky.
Shadows stretch
only to reach you.
The stars arrive
one by one,
as if drawn
by your quiet breath.
......
The air is quiet
but my thoughts are loud
with all the things
I would have said
if you were near.
My hand reaches out
to nothing,
still hoping
you'd reach back.
......
Achter de horizon
van mijn verlangen
ademt het licht
van een onbereikte dag.
Daar,in het trillen van de lucht,
wacht een zachte aanraking
die nog geen naam heeft,
maar al mijn stappen leidt.
I have steered my vessel
through tempests and calms,
charted waters no map could name.
Yet one horizon
always out of reach,
a sea that swallowed my compass,
loosened the anchor of my will,
and carried me on currents
I could not resist.
......
When evening falls,
your voice softens the sky.
Shadows stretch
only to reach you.
The stars arrive
one by one,
as if drawn
by your quiet breath.
......
My heart got lost
in the storm of love,
not torn,
just surrendered.
Winds of longing
carried it far
from reason,
from shelter.
......
My heart got lost
in the storm of love,
not torn,
just surrendered.
Winds of longing
carried it far
from reason,
from shelter.
......