A laughter
once bright
now echoes from afar
The touch
of intertwined hands
has grown unfamiliar
with time
A fluttering heart
was left behind
at youth’s feast
That girl
carrying a sky
full of stars
within her eyes
faded into a galaxy
where innocence
still shines
@jmadmart There is always a voice
in the wind
like a distant bagpipe
from an unknown place
I seem to be waiting
for a living memory
to welcome you
and that joyful note
within suffering
From winter to summer
the seasons change
yet your warmth remains
always facing my heart
All afternoons flooded with sun—
at Grandmother’s knees, a warmth that smelled of wheat.
My head, hard as stone,
rested upon that warmth;
and my dreams, one by one,
rose from those knees.
Before I turned twelve,
every day—every hour—
the air drifted with something sweet.
Grandmother—my world—
all the feeling of my life was warmth.
My rough, stone-scraped life
was lifted in her equally rough hands;
and that—
that was my velvet.
The afternoon sunlight was very far away,
the kind of far you cannot reach—
I could only gaze.
I am a rough stone in this world;
Grandmother’s warmth
made me jade.
I’m not chasing anyone
The moon soars
the stars leap
You run ahead of me
I don’t wish to run
The flowers
have bloomed thrice
New buds
have grown into branches
The garden stretches
beyond sight
And I cannot see you
I don’t seek to see anyone
The wind rushes
toward me
The rain hurls itself
at me
The red dust rolls in
threatening to drown me
I long for
a heart to be my refuge
I don’t need the seasons
With you
the world is spring
But I cannot stop
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In corners veiled
where sun has never shone
A starless sphere
to silent ruin flies
The storm and wind
to tempered steel grown
Strike at the soul
where dark desire lies
Confusion blooms
as dust through heaven strewn
A silver haze
that blinds the midnight air
Yet you
Yes
only you
beneath the moon
With but one glance
make all my spirit fair
My soul
as blossoms in the springtime
rise
The sky
washed clean to crystal
pure and new
I
light as feathers
cast in azure skies
Ascend through clouds
and soar
to meet with you
and ask
no home in view
My silence rides the wind,
brushing softly past your ears.
Your breath, scented with ripened wheat,
settles over my loneliness.
All the helplessness in this world
gathers into my questions—
and you
are the only answer I have.
Your silence wanders through time,
unaware of my following.
I know everything bears its fractures,
yet you have none.
Time washes away the painted dust of desire.
Between ice and fire—
you and I—
is it dissolution
or rebirth,
laying down
the deep color
of a life.