Evergreens

I whisper to the silent winds

Strong but hushed

As if stretching ears

To listen to my tales.

 

I apprise them of my agonies

The trees stand still

I wonder if they are gesturing

Me to go on.

 

I stand in oblivion

Awed by their equanimity

Are they suffering too

Or just forbearing.

 

And just as I’m about to depart

Leaving all my secrets within

The winds turn fierce

Begging me to stay.

 

Sometime soon

I have to retire

And as I peek out the window

The evergreens grow still.

Starless

If stars are what you want,

I’ll pluck each one of them;

Even if it means a starless night;

A little less bright.

Cosmos

It only pours harder

As I sit on the street

Unable to move

Unable to contemplate

The magnificence

Of this cosmos

Every drop that drips

Seems a beautiful awakening

This world has to offer

The howling wind

Sways my conscience

My hair flutters,

The imminent storm

Rattles the roots of the flailing

Conifers

Yet they stand tall

There is beauty,

In the grain that blows

Out of the umber

It holds the sunset

In a distinct parallel

And I, only a mortal

Puny and simple

Sit, dazzled.

Orbs

Wherefore art thou?

Whence I wish to see

Galaxies of countless stars

Oceans deeper than your heart

Chains of endless mountains

The sun hidden behind a murky mist

The glance of lurking creatures

Floating snowflakes in the middle of the woods

Let me see this in thy eyes

And feel in thy arms

All the beautiful things in this world

O tell me, lamen

What seas do I cross

To see thy eyes again,

For them I live,

For them I die.

Dusk

At least once in your life,

You fall in love

With the pretty lavender

In the sky,

Where the crescent shines,

So bright,

The sun nowhere to be seen,

Yet a rosy tinge in the horizon

Dusk is a pretty word,

And even prettier a sight

For when the tired humans walk home,

The birds retire to their own,

The serenity is at its peak,

The sky a clear dark midnight blue,

The pink fades,

The chatter drops,

And smiles light up the faces.

Guru

Like buds yet to grow,

We were little and whiney.

With problems of our own,

For us huge, yet tiny.

Every step we took,

You were there

Every tear that fell

You wiped it away.

You bore every tantrum

Every drama that we had

And thank you,

For if you hadn’t,

We would not be what we are.

Alive

On a dew night

When I walk through the slightly

Moistened grass

I see you standing among

The flowers, and such

A heavenly sight,

The petals bloom when

You carass them,

And the dead grass turns green

Your eyes, full of love

Turn solemn as you turn to the

Lifeless butterfly

And when your hands,

Pick the poor creature,

Ever so slightly

It spurs to life

And flies towards the infinite

Your joy echoes throughout

Your body gleams

And the silent trees

Burst with chitterings.

Blur

Everytime it pours

And I see the greenest of grass

The darkest of skies,

The fiercest of winds,

I see you.

It is simple to me,

How in this world full

Of people

I blink, and when the blur

Clears,

I see you.

When I jump to drown

And open my eyes,

I see yours mirroring mine.

I try to sink

You touch my hands,

The whole sea comes alive

Yet I see you.

I fall from a cosmic height

And out of instinct

When I shake with fear

I feel a hand carassing my

Face

Saying it’ll be okay.

In my deepest sleeps,

When I dream of horrors

Unimaginable and unspeakable

All it takes is one glance

One whisper

From you,

And I,

Am alright.

Trance

I blink,

To a faded evocation,

I feel trapped,

As if in a trance

The white blinds me,

As the blur clears

I see waves, as calm as you

Slowly, seeping further

Onto your feet,

That stand so firmly,

Sunk into the wet sand,

Ever so slightly,

You turn around, your smile

Pastel, like the sunset,

Only softer,

That perfect laugh,

Blends so well with the

Twittering of faraway nestlings

And the melodies of the dusk

Your silhouette,

As divine,

As the colors of the locus

And even more

Your hands,

Warm and my only realm

Stretch towards me,

So near, yet

So far

In an instant,

The light hits your face,

A heavenly site

A gleaming shape

Your lips recite my name,

But I do not hear,

Your fingertips clasp with mine

But only for the littlest of seconds

Before the dark consumes me,

Into the bitter truth

Nevertheless,

I still see your visage,

Still hear your laugh,

As the waves crash on the shore.

Trauma

 

Perched at the ridge
I wistfully recall
The days of mirth
Which elapsed
Like silent streams.

The lavish times
That uttered blissfully
Of pulchritude and warmth
Stand hushed as
The wronged stones.

The jolt that promptly
Led to crippled souls
And haunting ephialtis’
arose triumphant.

And the trauma,
as poignant as ever.
leered squarely through
My flesh.