Time after time

Allow yourself to remember, in the silence of rain

When stories hush over fields of forgotten dreams

And earthy smell of wet ground, briefly, takes you home

Allow yourself to remember, in the presence of laughter

Where inhales meet exhales on that bitter-sweet border

Of everything that is, and everything that hasn’t become

Allow yourself to remember, when darkness pulls you close

Whispering night terrors whilst dawn holds back

And starless skies make you wonder if price came too high

Allow yourself to remember, as age and diamonds pile

Whenever destiny confirms that her grip allows no escape

Allow yourself to remember me, in moods of the heart, sometimes

Time after time

 

 

What’s care got to do with it?

I reached out.
Listened.
Justified.
Braced.
Heartened.
Understood.

I disclosed.
Considered.
Argued.
Mirrored.
Proposed.
Embraced.

Over and over again,
I plummeted to unbearable grounds.
You can’t be a friend to anyone
Who isn’t befriended by himself.

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Bittersweet Lessons of Love

When nervousness speaks volumes
It can, like a murky fog,
Hide the truth of the hearts.

When stakes are sky high
Bridges that reshape confines of reality
Often remain unbuilt.

When shared depths instigate fright
Stubborn silence, revealing all of God’s glory,
Marks the end before the start.

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Word(les)s?

The message was short so although dozy, I captured it with a single glance. It read:

“I wanted to send you at least something, so I send you this.”

It’s been over a decade since the sentence sneaked into my phone’s display one night in the wee hours, causing a perpetual smile.

Words alone may not once be enough to express our feelings. But the art of communication is about the courage to reveal that there are hidden meanings, waiting to be explored.

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Once…
It wasn’t filled with defenses
nor laced with lies
there were no fears,
no calculations,
no pretense.
One time…
We faced surrender
mellow as light
tangled strings of existence –
revealed fierceness
of vastness inside.
A single time…
The flow of seasons
untold crossroads away
I carry the truth
of myself, us, and you
a tune in which we were more than life,
that one time.

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