I love you when the sun sets
When your face wanders into my head.
When the moon ascends into the sky
The thought of you makes me fly
over the clouds to a world all our own
where the future remains as yet unknown.
I love you when the moon rises
Seducing the tides with its charming spell
When my emotions coincide with the stories you tell.
The night promises another day with new surprises
Yet the gift of you remains the same.
But I love you most when you say my name.
Their small legs twirl rapidly,
Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles
Speeding with vitality and joy
The road is boundless
Possibilities are endless.
On the opposite side of the Earth,
another street is being destroyed.
There are no side-walks here,
Only land mines to avoid;
And the relentless screams of fighter jets
Pollute the atmosphere.
Fear is a pervading smell
A perpetual instinct:
Fight or perish.
In a parallel moment,
the tiny bikers
Make a wish
Blow a dandelion.
The seeds disperse,
The two young spirits
Cuddle up into their warm beds
And kiss their loving parents good night.
In War World, a lone child grasps
His mother’s lifeless hand.
Tears stream onto her body:
He just lost the last possibility.
I still remember
The first time I saw his soul.
The moon reflected
The Sun’s embers.
Full, bright, gleaming.
Yet his tears were streaming
His heart was a black hole.
I tried to point out the stars
Their infinite beauty
But his eyes were blind
Gazing into the abyss.
They finally found me
His planet met mine
We collided in the darkness.
“I miss him so much.”
His cry created earthquakes
Which shattered my surface.
Our cores touched
Death is a mistake
Barely cured by my kiss.
But at that moment,
I was certain
That our attraction
Was stronger than gravity:
For his love was finally free.
The scorching sun beats down
on the decomposing bodies before my eyes.
Fog and smoke saturate the atmosphere
Beside me, a once-wealthy man painfully dies.
I keep asking myself: “How am I still here?”
Perhaps my wisdom emancipated me
from the inevitable devastation caused by greed.
I built a shelter in the last remaining tree
and filtered acid rain to drown my thirst.
The fruits it bore were tasteless, odourless
but they are responsible for my survival.
Alas, my dream of awakening humanity
has failed those who still worship money.
But I am still breathing, and so are those I adore
Now, at the end of time, I could not ask for more.
You inhibit the raindrops
From pouring out of your eyes
As clouds in your mind thunder
And you feel your heart surrender.
You know if he senses emotion
He will escape in revulsion
Because he evades all types of attachment
In fear of the inevitable disappointment.
He does not understand the sensation
Of dancing in the raindrops formulating around him.
It reminds him that he too is merely human
That he too can endure such desperation.
But mostly, it reminds him that you are real
That human connection is a learning process
And you cannot estimate its failure or success.
Inconsideration creates exasperation
The clouds explode in the collision
Tears flow savagely onto the stone
That once used to be your heart.
The storm departs;
You are alone.