Ocean

Dedicated to the love of my life: Vlad.

A reflection of the water
mirrors the person gazing in.
I sat there on the shoreline,
your love beckoning me to swim.

The sun was glowing warmly.
This was the time you let me in.
I entered to my ankles.
Where I stood, I've never been.

The soft waves coaxed me lightly.
There was silence and your smile.
I looked down gleaming shyly,
in your love I sank a mile.

You helped me to the shoreline
as you took a step away.
I went a little deeper,
the tide causing me to sway.

There were no words between us
as we walked a stride apart.
A touch was never needed
when you held me with your heart.

That day I shared my secret,
as you sat there by my side.
The love that I was keeping
was for you, our souls were tied.

A reflection on the water
mirrors the person gazing in.
Your eyes, the deepest ocean.
Now I swim,
                  i swim,
                          i swim.




















Photography source

Delicate Touch

She held her hands
Like small cups,
To scoop up happiness.

And he took her hand
Like he would a feather,
Delicate to the touch.

She held his gaze.
Even with eyes closed,
She saw his face.

Empty Rooms with Windows

Bliss in your presence
And tears in your void.
Sadness always shadows.
'Tis something I try to avoid.

Don't twinkle your eyes dear.
I won't enter rooms of your heart.
I'll look through glassless windows
And this game I will not take part.

Because the key you hold
Is to empty rooms and windows.
I will not set foot on the stage
With an actor of many shows.

Photograph by Gary Crutchley

Old Scars

You tear scabs off old scars
That once sealed my, now, open heart.
Like stone slabs on mouse holes.
Smile, and slowly take them apart.

Like Silver

You wrap me in soft cloth.
And polish me like silver.
I beam when you hold me.
And every breath, thus, molds me.

The Things I See

You’re always in sight:
A continuous thought.
And you might argue
That I blink a lot.

As if to say
That I don’t see
The way you are
When you look at me.

And darling know
That this is true
In those times I blink
I think of you.

Photography by Yana Yaroshevich

Crowded Room II

A crowded room is empty
And not a face is seen.
When sorrow overwhelmed me
Your eyes shined a beam.

How to treat a Lady

There is no mathematical formula
To make a girl smile,
Unless she likes math that is
Then you plus her would make her smile.

Advice

Just some advice
From a girl.
Take everything with a grain of salt
Don’t attach yourself to anything
Men,
But especially boys.
It’s exhausting,
To entertain the thoughts of
Entertaining boys.
Just sit there like a flower
And bloom
Don’t drown yourself in worries.
Because after all,
It’s not worth it.
You gotta rise above it and
Float
Like a Water lily.
You got it…
Just sit pretty and wait.
Wait for your prince
Even if others say “he won’t come”
He will, and he has a white horse too.
A man worthy of caring for the most precious flower,
You, and your pure white soul.
His integrity and strength will fight battles for him.
And his actions will take place of his words
He will have a vision and you will be in it.

Waiting

They tell me stop but my heart unlocks the door every morning
And I glare through windows waiting for a knock on the door
Which never comes and wind blows through your void.
And dust covers the place where you once were.

And I simply sit in my chair with hands clasped
Knitting small memories together in my head.
I string them with threads of love.
It’s a blanket that will keep me warm at night.

Men Don't Ask For Directions

I don’t need a map, dear.
I’m making circles I know.
I’m lost in your eyes, love.
But I’m enjoying the show.

Don’t tell me to go left, dear.
Because it feels like it’s right.
I think I should rest now.
But I want you in sight.

I don’t need a map, dear.
I know the way now.
To be in your heart, dear.
The question is how?

Photograph by Randy Faris

My Heart

"You're
Beating
My
Heart"

Flutter
Kick
Tap tap
Triple flip.

Inner Beauty

Her feet glided over smooth pebbles
That scattered the floor.
The wind danced between her fingers
And she slowly swayed.

Her soft grace protected her soul
Like strong metal armor.
And she glowed of sweet aroma,
Laughing with children at play.

Men bowed in admiration
To the spotless soul that strolled their way.
And young girls, wide-eyed,
As the young lady drifted by.

Dear God

Your hands, cupped
To receive the little that I have.
The little that I’ve held back.

I open, clenched hands
That stayed that way for a while too long
Holding on to things that are not mine.

I unmask the face
That I’ve hidden from you
With decorations and definitions of beauty.

I cry the tears
That sweep through my steel doors
Into the arms of my Savior, my dear God.

Why I Write III

I scribble memories
And send them off in
Stampless envelopes

Covered in your name
With invisible ink
That stains my hands.

Stories A Boy Would Tell

I got a new one today.
A scar
Big and fresh.
A story I’m ashamed to tell.
A story of a broken heart,
Of a “love scar.”
But if a girl should ask,
I’ll just tell her I got bit by a shark.
“Yes Dear, that’s where I got my scar.”
Because she was a shark after all.

Mirage

You know it’s there,
A blurry imitation of
The nearness of you.

You know it’s there
Because in reality
You’d wish it were true.

Your image will near and
I’ll be surprised, even though
I saw you from miles afar.

But I’ll tell myself,
"Don’t smile, because
It’s not reality after all."

Unless it is.

Phobia

Fear overwhelmed me
With an unwanted
Serge of cold goose bumps.
Not one, but all fears.
All at once. And so
I stood motionless
Drowning in the fear
Of drowning itself.

Faded Ink

We were sure
We were forever.
But remember Love,
Even ink fades
If you rub at it.

You’re Too Far Away

Off you go, and
The farther you walk
The closer you come.
‘Cause darling the earth’s round.

And you can only be a world away,
The diameter of the earth away.
Any farther and you’d be closer:
It’s a funny thing to say.

How far is a world away?
The distance when one’s away?

7,926.41 miles through the earth away:
12,450.76 miles on foot away.

A breath away:
The distance that dust floats, away.

The distance between black and grey, away:
The definition of a shade, away.

The tick of a clock away:
An eternity, away.