My Forever Angel

When the heart races for you,
The drumming sounds of life
Brings joyous smiles even when
It dwells at the edges of the world,
And even if it digs deep within
Its quaking earth or soars over
Volcanic mountains, my Angel,
Your warming smile births
Childhood whispers with dreams
So vast such that one day, mom,
You may live so proud of me.


Wind Whisperer

Here he is, a Whisperer of some sort,
Where the winds of my youth
Calm into rhythmic waves.

In and out of our coastal hearts,
Breezing upon my earth
To comfort piercing quakes.

There, a magical force of some sort,
Where the winds of his realm
Heal my wounded cracks.