My fears are kept at bay -

do they not know

that water changes shape?

I was a drop in the ocean,

now I am the ocean itself -

tearing off my skin like a serpent

I become

I become

I become

myself.

An orchid fallen from her stem

dressed in poetry,

and in the white of her garments -

I am a traveler,

I am a seeker,

I am the blue hour in the hourglass.

No one knows

the bottomless pit of the universe,

no one makes peace with it,

no one understands -

when the sand loses

its last grain,

who turns the hourglass?

My heart is a feather

and the feather has been lost,

it plucked itself from its home

and went dancing

with the storm.

But I -

I am a gatherer,

I am the maker of storm,

I am the tamer of storm,

I am the cloud barer,

and the goddess of rainfall -

my love,

will you play my favourite song?

My love,

have you seen such power

before?

The waters are shifting,

ah, 

the waters are changing -

the waters are taking a sip

of their true form -

my love plays my favourite song,

and I am dancing

with the storm.

I stand guard on the doorstep

between my dreams and my reality.

I am a bird moving with the dusk-wind,

wishing of the warmth

the soil brings

in its crimson springs.

​

I look at the sky,

the day is fading

with a goodbye in its eyes,

grandiosely surrendering

to the coming night.

​

I stand guard on the doorstep

between my dreams and my reality.

I am a wave breaking with the fickleness of the seasons,

wishing of a shore

with white sands and moonflowers opening in repose.

​

I look at my hands,

the fingers dancing

with the sway of the trees,

grandiosely robbed of

the heaviness in their memories.

​

I stand guard on the doorstep

between my dreams and my reality.

I am the light falling on your closed eyelids,

a rebel wishing of a quiet,

peach-stained morning.

 

I stand guard on the doorstep

between my dreams and my reality.

I am the dream you dream of on sweet-fragranced dawns,

then leaves you suddenly,

with a loss you never knew nothing of.

 

I stand guard on the doorstep

between my dreams and my reality.

I am the air you long for on the first day of spring,

when the heart opens like a snowdrop in the hills and the valleys.

 

And, you, once again,

remember,

how love is supposed to feel.

 

I stand guard on the doorstep

between my dreams and my reality.

I am an unspoken feeling,

snow falling in the middle of a desert's heat,

 

a dream you dream of

but never let anyone know,

sun rising on a world unknown,

a silent shadow,

 

a wave,

breaking

on a sweet-fragranced dawn.  

The hands open like letters

filled with declarations of love.

 

A little tremble,

A little pain,

And a myriad of appearances.

 

An interlude of softness and

Closing of the eyes is taking place.

 

I dissipate into the space

Of the space 

Of the space of sweet awareness,

 

And out of the infinitude

Where all is lost and all is true,

 

I hear a voice –

Mine,

And belonging to every one of your multitudes.

 

You’re faraway, wherever you are,

Dressed in your rainy eyes and chance remarks,

 

And I –

I am somewhere

No one can find.

 

My dreams like birds

With the wish of warmer tides, flee from me.

 

They spread their wings

and fall under the sway 

of foolish romance.

 

Do you fail to notice

How gravity pulls us to her face,

 

Subtly,

Yet in a matter of urgency?

 

Beyond the drifting

of your thoughts,

do you ever find the expression of freedom?

 

Now the remains of what was once hope,

Is only a sound in the hands of an unsung wind.

 

The birds will return.

 

They’ll thread the limits of my longings,

And come back to me –

With songs of love, lovers, and lonely eyes.

 

One day, perhaps, they’ll tell of you,

And every corner of your sweet multitudes.

 

The birds,

The birds,

The birds,

Will return.