The unnamed thing
exists.
The thing we named
does not.
Or rather, it fell apart.
Blood is not louder than
the sound of rain
on the window
waking up sleeping
children.
Still, I do not prefer the silence.
Just quiet words, quiet truths.
A reminder of something once named
is a reminder of the unknown.
A reminder of a soul who lived
is a reminder of a smile
erased.
When it is the last time I see you all your flaws either disappear or are so heightened I cannot bear another moment with you. Either way, it is the last time. If we meet again, it will be the first time.
If I were a picture,
a painting in the lobby.
To pass by and adore
but never touch.
Each time I fall in love
it is the first time.
Love is the patient of us both.
The one with wings
who flies over the pain.
Who comes from You
may not know where
to find You.
In the dreams
of ancestors
we always were.
What is the cost of
waking up from a dream
filled with despair?
You are infinite light.
You have no limit,
Creator of the world.
The longer the road
the farther I have come.
The more worthwhile is the destination.
I heard they claimed
it was for for You
when we cut off each other’s hands.
A long list of
ways to become
includes isolation.
Who knows
why we crave
some and not others.
Who knows who
belongs to you?
The farthest from me
is still me.
May I always stay with You.
Here,
the best is saved
for you.
No small amount and
nothing is owed.
How heavy it can be
carrying a broken heart
of many generations.
She is an abundance of love,
gentle and strong.
Who knows how far
she traveled to become?
A tear means release.
To build my self, the
core must unravel. I will
face what hides within.
You and your mother
are not the same. Just your smile,
nowhere else is she.
To rely on anyone but You
is to be endangered.
A radical change
is to be loved
without because.