Once when I was young, I chased amber sunsets in my rainbow bicycle along the green hills I called home. Oh! But the ding dong of my bike's sing song made Old Yueri chuckle boyishly.
Once when I was young, I'd fashion hairdos out of mama's precious muslin scarves and wear her black stilettos to wobble around the kitchen, much to Papa's delight and mama's exasperated mortification.
Once when I was young, the marigolds and the hyacinths in our backyard stood taller than me and I'd stare and stare in green envy till (I fancy) I morphed into them and grew flowers out my bedazzled orbs.
Once when I was young, I raced in glee to the mountain's call. Perched atop his shoulder, I cupped my hands and yodelled aloud my love and pranced in mirth to hear the birds the animals echo back their love to me.
And now I've outgrown the flowers. The mountains, I love, grow houses out of them. But should I meet a fairy who'd humour me, I'd like to go back to chasing butterflies barefoot under the golden autumn sun every dreamy eve.
Nary a doubt must your heart murmur Whereby the creatures of the sky and land gather, To feed on heaven's abundance in the open. Come forth my love, Rest easy your frets. In light steps must your form find me, Resting in sweet surrender inside Earth's sweet bower.
'Tis here Gaia summons the wind, On a conch dazzling with rhinestones, And the sky in pearly reverence weeps, To witness her nameless divine. She walks in lithe grace, And the hills and mountains tremble in adoration, While grasses part in delight to make way for her gazelle feet.
What gaiety must the sunflower feel, When the bees cluster to woo her affection 'neath the amber sun! What delight it is to have the wind kiss, my flaming cheeks the colour of a cherry!
Anxious beats my heart, waiting for your footfalls. When your form finds my outstretched arms, I shall bedeck your tresses with stars and kiss away the city's smog from thine eyelashes and Poetry shall find us running among golden fields, Serpentine cities could never truly understand.
The rain is falling and I feel an epiphany break from my feverish lips. Do you hear my heart thump in this shattering silence?
I look at you in morose contemplation, sometimes in pleading, oftentimes in dismal acceptance but your eyes, they tell me of a story of how your house once lost its roof and now you stand naked in eternal damnation for a life you thought would be kind to you.
We descend lower and lower, Further away from this madness of living, a life we gamble to spite both devils and angels wrecking our well laid plans. It breaks their heart to hear us say so, but life was simpler when we slept foetal in our mother's womb.
And like two wounded animals, Our eyes lick each others wounds asking, "Where does it hurt?" and answer in just the same breath, "Here and here and here, right where my bones are". You see, Nobody understands rain and grief like we do. They haven't stood in the rain, soaked to the bones and wished for lightning to strike them dead.
- Aurelia - Her eyes look like unheard stories shaping clay moulds into archaic symbols of greek sculpture. Ferns adore her art, like poems adore her hand. Hooded ancient scribbler notes down this wholesome tragedy of her beauty, fading into stardust, on every full moon; as she kneads the raw heart full of thaws, to give a coarse tone to her soft armature made of delicate metaphors aligned. Lifeless sculpture breathes through her charms and breaks into tears in her arms as she quietly hugs it while sobbing.
- Love - The rain is falling into the lap of mother, her eyes holding onto the dead child, as she surrenders the universe and offers it as homage to the holy trinity. Her fingertips still caressing the child's hair, pouring life into the scalp and skull. Soon awakens the child in heaven to find, an old man awaiting by the olive tree in their very own backyard, holding a box full of truffles and honey. While he leaves for the truffles, her arms fall down, she lays on the ground, by drawing life from every cell of her body into her eyes, to capture her child jumping with joy. She offers herself.
- Xenon - Two lovers found two roads, one road allows only one person to travel. Ephemeral, burdensome, decision making time arrives as they borrow another hour from heaven to stay together. Like wallflowers with wanderlust, following a pitiful fate to rhyme a melody before departing, the xenon undresses his pathetic form and devotes himself to the pure bliss called love.
- Old lavender - Your smile is a lie as the corners of your lips twitch with the tears rolling down from the canthus of your eye. You smile is real when you leave the old pages and old books in the cellar to find a new book from the unusual store called life to renew your writing skills and better adding more paintings if words could not describe the little descriptions of your routine.
- Noah - When flowers bloom, the selene in mufti inspects the ruins after war, encounters the river. Crestfallen moon dips into brook, as it's shine brings the dead river back to life. Butterflies flutter their wings pouring some pollen over the soil where water meets. Elegant embodiment of forgiveness takes birth after destruction.
love is the last supper to my bones, festooned with uncanny cataclysm and silver lining of misery. beds, rooms, living area everything empty. once a family, now in just memories. those claws that get me wildflowers, fins and pearls, paws get me signs of first rain - first snow, wings with maples and songs of my cinnamon roll, all left me alone.
settling down after a short panic attack, / not paws or claws to hold me tight /
trapped midst unknown syllables, / no fins surround me anymore /
not any receptor accepts my proposal of speech, as my vocal cords do the bare minimum, / as my lovebird would make me speak, left me /
I lift up the wildflowers, crushing and pouring ink to write. trembling hands, write those names, as at the end of every name of my sweet pet, comes a tear.
as antiscians visit me for every eclipse, clutching onto my gown as good old days, just as lightning strikes on my window pane and snowstorm goes calm, they leave. as this short visit of my beloved by noctiphany, helps me stall my last breath.
to meet them on the other side, I wish, memories last long, thence, I thought that love would last for ever, I was wrong.