Dream Cycle

I’m stirred by the hooves of a cold wind while flecks of snow

flutter across my window in the sunlight.

I’m perched on a wooden bridge in the mist of rainfall watching

the creak below waiting for someone.

I’m stepping under cherry blossoms flickering like tiny flames

watching so we avoid the potholes.

I’m shook by an icy gust while the milky moon drips onto the

purple nothingness sprinkled with fading stars.

Air Balloon

The string dances between my fingers, rattling like an angry snake

waiting for me to let go, go high that heart shaped ship extending its

sails hoping to catch wind, when will the pink sunrise peek east I’ve

been waiting so long, long fields of effortless daisies shivering with

nights eerie gust, trust open door smiles and soft words even if my

body is too exhausted from overwork, work thought bubbles like

empty pictures that need filling, fretting storm clouds clapping and

covering the shy stars, stars leak lightening sparking symbols of

frowns and x’s and o’s, suppose this balloon does fly high I’ll then

finally set myself free, free ferries skidding above ooze oceans

carrying old familiar faces, places with bikini’s and blue umbrellas

filling my empty sky, sky whirling with ignorant grey clouds that

suck up the quiet balloon, I swipe at the string as it waves goodbye

with her red velvet lips, my lips mouth a requiem for the dead love

lying at my feet, little did I know the hole was already there.

How to Disarm a Bomb

I never learned how to disarm a bomb

calm steady hands picking sensitive spots in the heart

start from the first moments of the piercing smile

while treading the distance with a stern gaze

praising the quiet beauty patiently batting words,

locks of sunlight waving hesitantly, cut

rain clouds hovering over green moons, cut

red rope lips quivering like a tornado, cut

anxiety ominously clinging to her back,

fear makes my hand tremble as it sinks deeper

into the hallow cavern echoing doubts

and pressure from lack of air

staring into the blinking abyss

wondering what image

is staring back at me.

For Those You Love

They’ll say sing love silently in your sleep,

but it billows out like puffs of smoke from your chest.

They’ll say sweet words lead to sharp steeps,

but life’s a high bridge that’ll shake just for a test.

I cherish all the moments of our past,

if love is an illusion,

it’s the most real with you ,

so I hope it lasts.