The Figure and Her

Like a perfect morning Spring breeze,
Like a rare galactic celestial star,
Like an iron heart beating for a lost twin,
Mesmerising momentarily in greater depth,
At a figure, she paints from the unknown,
A mixture of shadows, a masterpiece, a landscape,
For her to soar, like a bird,
For her to cherish, like a treasure,
For what life brings her, like this figure,
And so, it starts to dance to her smiles,
Stargazing at her beating heart that twinkles afar,
And in turn, she snows nearby landing on its cheeks,
Hearing its whispers as she silences the world,
For seven hours straight, the figure is her all,
For many more at night, she is its delicate soul,
Without her, the figure is emotionless,
The son of a concerned mother,
The brother of a proud sister,
The aging father of a little girl,
To it, she becomes the definition of home,
A place to hold onto and to always return,
A shelter to its heart, a constellation to its mind,
An ongoing novella depicting the merging of souls,
Linguistically phenomenal as both start to realise,
A preface of dubbed barriers to never lose a translation,
A chapter of tones to reach complete perception,
And yet, a different chapter consumes all emotions,
Like a breeze that comes and goes,
Like a shooting star nowhere to be found,
Like a heart that switches to a highborn,
The plot thickens and the twist befalls,
A heavenly meeting was decreed for a resolution,
Three decades holding onto nomadic tents,
Leaving few years thinking to never come back,
And yet, this figure, out of nowhere comes back,
Part of the desert, earthly merged for eternity,
For what reasoning this soul comprehends
Is beyond the logical laws of a galactic universe,
The figure and her are just a story of a great return.

Captured Moments

A familiar face and a familiar body,

And another, a friend with another,

A moment captured like his camera,

Like at the park or this sunny arch,

Another moment of beautiful breeze,

Awaiting for the yearned reunion,

My eyes sitting on a flight of stairs,

And I blink while he produced a portfolio,

The one with another for a gallery,

And I blink with the rushing of the river,

Background noises and pigeon visits,

The dog of the homeless almost lost,

The dance of the seagulls up above,

Awaiting for the yearned reunion,

And I blink at the lady with the violin,

Solo on the cobblestones near the arch,

Random kid running away from her father,

Her contagious smile spreads all around,

And my buddy arrives followed by the others,

Many moments captured with a blink of an eye.