M-Y F-A-T-E

Photo by Isai Ramos

Yours is love
I long to hear
Within the rattling droplets of midnight rain
The kind I read in blue skies
And the music of the spheres
And the harmonious pulse of our hearts
Time's inconceivableness, we conceive like open petal
The light that transcends my soul
Underneath the walls, you swept your way inside
Is it true that I shall sing your name
I on the flute or the trumpet or inanga
Somewhere it will ring like heaven
It has to be your hand that will lift me up to the sun
That will write my good days
And I who shall spell them
As M-Y F-A-T-E
I who shall dance to celebrate
It is I who shall outlive my fears
My death and the dark days that are stained on my pillows
That are sprayed in the afterglows of my room
It is you who will share my shrubbed house

Chatbox

Photo by Hal Gatewood from Unsplash

 For Shiny; I’m not so romantic but your love forces me to be:)

She loves me

She says

Words come up with

Supernatural conveyance

Of tasty unknowns

Of what would only come

From greenish dreamland

We stand close together

Holding present & future

The past clenched in our fists

Makes little whines

Unheard they go past

Momentarily suffocating

We paint each letter with love

And hope for uncertainties

Heavens wrote down for us

The chat room, our pitfall

Of tulip-bedded floor

We are safe once trapped

And falling