There in the courtyard
Spending my time
Here in the glaring sun
Sat at a table
Not really able
To tell when the day is done
Frankly, it's wild
Much like an ocean
The waves on the rise
Constantly in motion
Here I am swimming
Hoping to stay
Trying real hard not to drift away
So here I sit now
Sadly alone
Watching the clouds go by
The Sun looks lonely…
Then again it has the Clouds,
Like the Moon has Stars.
The way the moon reflects sunlight is so interesting.
How does the moon wait every night for the sun to look at him so he can be noticed, so he can be more dominant, more comfortable.
I guess I feel the same way the moon does, when I look at you.
How empty I was untill you made me whole.
How dull my life was untill you made your reflection.
Love is like a many-coloured rainbow.
Many more shades, many more hues,
Than the sky could ever paint.
In one end of the spectrum is the love of self
The other end eyes never ever can reach.
Each shade, each tinge, each glint of light
Gleams for each that gave me their love.
But, my love, do not ask me how I glow for you.
And ask for whom else I do
And whether it shines brighter for you.
Do not, please, compare
Do not, please, ask if I love you more.
As the light of my love falls on your beautiful face
Drawing light into you like a prism
Instead of scattering, you converge
Me into a single beam of light
Do not look
to the future.
It needn't necessarily come.
The present is now,
whether you like it or not.
Disbelieve what smart people tell you
Past is the only truth.
The past is yours, yours alone,
Undeniably, unchangeably,
Indelible, burned onto your brain,
Scarring it forever.
On a summer morning
Shake it all down on a mat,
Lay it on the sun,
Warming,
Watch it turn brittle,
He moved swiftly, through the little gap
Between the door ajar and the wall
Hiding then, behind the desk, presumably
Catching his breath - but soon as I pulled the desk back
Like lightning, he took cover behind the pile of papers.
I grinned at him, he was young and little, a juvenile, and said -
'Gotcha, my boy' and with a quick brush of the broom
Escorted him out into the glaring sun.
That was yesterday, that was when I felt I could not stand
This suffocating sensation, the revulsion of solitude,
Yet shunning company, sans I am, of love and friendship.
Now, defeated, depressed and disconsolate, I welcomed him
As he skulked in a corner, nodding, licking his chops clean
When I awake in the morning,
Whether the skies be clear or clouded,
A smile comes across my face,
As I hope to be a ray of sunshine to others,
Helping an elderly woman with groceries,
A blind man reach his destination,
A friend in need,
A child find his parents,
Never expecting the kind gestures,
Speech minimal in response,
Uncertain of what to do,
The lone word emanating from their mouths is thanks,
Not expecting anything in return,
I still cling to hope,
That another voluntarily does similar for me,
Reaching out without my asking,
Pudding has told us
He used to live in a warm world where his fur would reflect the sun's heat
That's why it's so bright and stands out.
He tells us that earth is too cold
So he likes snuggling up on warm things
Today he crawled into the hot water heater and got stuck
He really
Really
Really
Doesn't like water.
Who even cares that we didn't light up the candles;
Who even cares that we're not dining together;
Who even cares about a small picture in the corner and on it,
a pair of bright eyes looking at us?
Who even cares 'bout the unanswered 'Goodbyes';
Who even cares about the unheard 'By your sides';
Who even cares about the shattering sound in each day and of no sign of a worry once it may end?
Who even cares that all this only drifts anchored ships apart;
Who even cares that it sets the sun faster and faster towards each night?
No one cares that it brings a small heart to the verge of capacity and disables its might.
If one of the things you believe in
Is that this world's an ugly place
You must have never gone
Outside at night
And stared up into space
You haven't felt the way the air changes
In the minutes before it rains
Or watched the world pass by below
Out of the window plane
You've never been awake so early
That you see the moment the sun starts to rise
And you've never laid with your back on the sky
But maybe if you've done all this
But still don't believe its not true
It's because you can't see all the beauty
That I see when I look at you
Moon is the most beautiful
among all stars, except one
oh! that magnificent sun
She blushes and hides
Whenever he rise
He lights up the whole world
Searching for her
But she is made to be different and lonely
This is the world's oldest lovestory
Written on the skies
How true love is always there
And miles apart,
Always behind but never beside
He brings the day and she rules the night both too comfortable there to leave it beside, twilight brings the messages to them each
Because when they meet it causes an eclipse.
Except these people haven't any dominion over you that
You don't hand to them yourself,
In your misguided attempts at self-parenting
A seed cannot water itself,
And requires the gentle warming touch of the sun
And yet we try to raise ourselves in the shadows
Of our own reprisals
We are children with no mothers
Rushing through a well-lit world with our eyes closed
"Open
Open
Open your eyes!"
And the voice of our collective heart remains pleading
Just stop running for a moment,
Hold your hands out to the void
And dare yourself to feel