Cosmos for a Soul

Imagine a minute circular particle,
Travelling throughout the cosmos,
Always colliding and separating,
Maybe an adventure of a lifetime.

Imagine meeting this universal entity,
You see it as a royal glistening world,
A wild waterfall to your edged mind,
A soothing moonlight to your eyes.

Now imagine it sharing its life,
You realise that what you saw
In it and what you felt for it,
Perfectly befits her heavenly soul.

A Masked Mirage

A moment of your time to render
What’s impossible possible,
An ostentatious overlap between
Reality and a masked mirage,
A directionless choice to test
The driver who will win the race,
Despite not possessing a compass,
The impossible opened its doors,
To deny my existence entirely,
To mean nothing in their life,
The tides are turning as Time
Reminds us about infinite possibilities,
A precise reality I am now embracing,
A masked mirage continuously fading,
The beauty will always soar,
And with it will we always live.

A Spontaneous Magical Faerie

Your smile warms my heart,
Your thought eases my breaths,
Your eye ignites my universe.

An art to my grey world,
A song to my silent nights,
A compass to my lost days.

The youth to my aging soul,
The end to my previous life,
The beginning to my next one.

Unwarranted Addiction

Predators masked as youthful birds,
Soaring over the wilderness of free souls,
Spreading poison on ripened fruits,
Fragrances delivered for suicidal seduction,
And as you dance to their melodic birdsongs
You get chained to their psychopathic beauty,
An unwanted addiction – unwarranted,
Darkness becomes your smiles,
Ignorance your laughs,
A euphoric moment in a dysphoric life,
And then the mask cracks,
Waiting out the addiction.

Into the Wild

The sweats of your beating heart
May escape your limbs
To welcome a naked night
With those who sculpted it
Into a gorgeous goddess.

Continue another mile,
And expand your universe
Into wondrous constellations,
Creating a path of ascension
Into your youthful soul.

Chance may lead you to a musical,
Where you stop to extend the drums,
To wildly gaze at an earthly energy,
There, a free soul holds your hands
To dance under the glowing moon.

Now you begin to realise,
The rhythmic symphony of life,
How it was all choreographed by
Your own limbs that bow
For its own goddess of a heart.

The Innocent Dance of N

Señorita, the wonders of artistic wisdom,
Painting her rainbow smiles to exhilarate
Pens performing ceremonial calligraphy,
She catches glimpses of a magical fortune,
To a beautiful tomorrow that she sculpts,
And a relaxing warmth that she keeps close,
Hugging her own adorable days into a portrait,
Still, even today, I see her innocent dance.

Split in Two

I
Outstretching a hand to a falling leaf,
A farewell ritual dancing with the breeze,
Purifying the land for its soft touches,
Commemorating our distant smiles,
And further, further it continues to leave,
So, I chose to quickly pick it up and hold it,
Sending all my warmth to its inner core,
Tending to its many complex arid cracks,
Some were so deep and beyond repair,
And even as close as I can be I am still –
Still unsure of my ability to intervene,
All I can do is allow Time to heal itself.

II
And whilst I dream about a surreal era,
Where cracks flawlessly diffuse forever,
Where I await mine to be softly tended,
Or at least to be acknowledged; at least,
Another decides to ride the whispers
Of a warm wind guiding a silent nomad,
Which sounds so elegantly majestic,
And yet, it leaves behind a heavy mirage,
Silence becomes my natural remedy,
Still unsure of my ability to intervene,
All I can do is allow Time to heal itself.