For a long good while

Don’t try to reach me now

Its too cold here

Don’t try to touch me

My skin is too shy

For a good while

My heart has been shallowly filled

With warm words that is too easily chilled

You can not reach me now

It is far too cold here

Don’t try to talk to me

My heart is too scarred

For a long good while

I will have to keep climbing this peak

With warm words that was meant to kiss your cheek

Easy, swift and shy

It was only a wind catching a feather that brought us together

If nothing else we had a moment that barely touched forever

Floating through a space between your world and mine

We connected for a brief glimpse of time

What is of the essence is not how we collide

What is of the matter is not how we hold on

All there is between, a short leap from your world to mine

Just a little rift in time

Easy, swift and shy

Our chance passes us by

As time is nothing

As time is nothing, but tide that rises after what follow

As I am nothing, but what’s left after you swallow

I am a word that fled your mouth; a thought resentfully shallow

I flutter and sparkle and shine and flatter

I am something that easily pass your mind and matter

make you think about things twice, but decide

‘No, with the direction I chose, after all, I am satisfied.’

Leave me alone with my fear and desires

Love is but a thing that expire

Don’t hold me dear like you once did

That was the only thing pure and, after all, dignified

Of all we kept close and hid

Of all the truths that made us liars

Of all dreams that fled those nights

Nothing could have taken me higher

Than the calm wind, the breath from your chest

Soothing down the back of my neck

Playing on the wildest of fires

He wont know a sound of it

With words that tingle like sirens song, 

I’m drawing him closer without reaching out. 

He won’t know a sound of it before this is all over 

and my mind has drifted far away. 

Its all muted careful treading in snow 

and rain will soon wash it away. 

Its a photograph of footsteps and I will say, 

yes perhaps it was me, 

but I am long gone my friend.

keeping a secret

You wont know how I took the dreams of you and I, put them in a bottle and sent it out to drift in the ocean. Perhaps someone will find them one day and let them out into the air. Unknowingly open the bottle and let the winds carry those dreams. Perhaps the winds will carry the dreams back to me, and I will smile and say, yes, once I really did love you. And I will still cherish those days. It will be a warm and fond memory. It will linger for a while, perhaps revisit when someone ask me about those poems I wrote. And I will smile and say, yes, perhaps I really did love him once.