Roxa

She walked the same fields,
And felt the grass tickle her feet.
She saw the same views as I,
Of the ocean and land.

I see her walk beside me; a little girl.
A crescent moon smile,
As she plans her next adventure
To Lazy Beach.

Lonely date diner

Lonely date diner
At the bar,
Loud and crowded
But no one to sit with;
A single iceberg.

Rosary

He felt the
beads
one by
one.
Letting them
fall down the string.
repeating and
repeating, yet          
there came no
answer.

My moon

You are my
Moon.
I can look
Upon your
Beauty but never
Feel your soft
Face.
I speak of your beauty,
You looking at me,
Yet my words never reach
You.

what being alive is

Rains sweet
scent after a
Cold long winter,
The flowers that
Follow after
Remind me what
Being alive is:
Beautiful

Silent Lover

Will I be the silent lover,
Will I watch all of the others?
Standing at the sidelines: still,
I wish for you with all my will
But you don't see my love for you,
My only wish is that you knew.

The Flower

Ah! But look at this flower now,

inhale it, and let it tickle your brow.

I smelt it first and now you too,

and now in us, does the scent brightly brew.

But you tell me this cannot be;

against all virtue, against any plea.

This flower gave such pretty scent;

In both of us does this perfume ferment,

so tell me why should we have to repent?

And now this scent we both do share,

Shouldn't we say we have no time to spare?

This flower is our love entwined

in us. We should take our love and combine.

It may be frowned upon for us,

but should we waste time to talk and discuss?

You want to pluck each petal off,

you think it folly, so you sit and scoff.

But these petals you pluck are your clothes: doff.

You offed the petals and killed it

hoping that doing so would make us split.

But as it was just a flower,

over us it did not have any pow'r

We can no longer smell the scent,

but we should not have worries or resent.

It was nothing to us at all

just something I used to charm and enthrall,

and so for us I hope love does befall.