Tag: poetry

We always take a walk
inside the wood,
Where hearts and minds,
in nature, get submerged.

Somewhere between the birds
singing their songs
And snapping turtles
remembering their wrongs,

I realized the greatest gift
is in my hands.

After lifting all
our weights, emerged
And going someplace new,
that did us good.

We took this walk
a thousand times before
But, this time,
do not stare into the sun.
Today’s the last? Then
we must make this work!
Though, soon, the wild
flowers start to bloom,

Today we’ll see
the dark side
of the moon…

Eclipsing Spring,
presuming to resume.
The sight was worth the
sneaking out of work:
Finding your eyes has
never been so fun,
For one more chance with you,
for one more talk.

I push my body
closer to the edge;
Suspending will
against reality.
To feel it as
the muscles coincide,
I’m happy that, this time,
I didn’t quit.

To feel beyond
our bodies.

To feel a life,
a mystery, inside.
Your hand in mine,
we’ve no duality.
Your body close to me,
closer we edge,
And happy that, this time,
we didn’t quit.

I’m one amazing chef,
but not to brag,
With generational
recipes had.

Though openness brings
vulnerabilities,
Like, will they judge
my capabilities?

But you were happy
just to be thought of;
This meal was an
expression of our love.

And you had
nowhere else
to go…

I’m running home, I think
I see the box!
“Don’t rush to open,
that could break a piece…
Now, time to see
the marvels it unlocks.”
A moment to
appreciate in peace.

It’s the little things
that make me happy:

Like when experiencing
perfumes new,
As if I’m the
exotic traveler
Collecting treasures
to present to you
From boxes in
a mail delivery.