Torn Pieces

Why when I am about finish my masterpiece
By patiently stitching back a torn portrait
One piece dear to me decides to detach?

Is this imperfect masterpiece worthwhile?
Should I throw it away and let it decompose?
Maybe then I can rework on my self-portrait?

Or maybe my energy is just better utilised
In signing songs to travel across the oceans –
Only sung to open the eyelids of free souls?

Maybe there the torn piece might value me?
Maybe then I will reunite with them again?
Yet, I wish the masterpiece finishes now.

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.