On the surface of my heart

Dream girl, you stay on the surface of my heart, somewhere unable to penetrate through thick layers but who says that you have to dig in? I go to such wild places out here, with you

Gnats in the sky

You and I Two small gnats in the sky Bound together by Static  

Gliding star

The star With each passing glimpse Glides higher up in the night sky While my love for you is the same

My man, meadows

The sea side is far from here. The meadows sway in their own faint little tunes. This grain matches my mustard color sweater. I like the color of the sun; the way the light reflects across the sky in beams and touches my sweater. If you were to look closely into my eyes, you’d see

Orange flood of light

Back in the time of Vishvamitra, Making love under the sunlight Your hand on my hand And an orange flood of light Warm hues in the sky, earth, and the seas Yellow mellow scents; orange blossoms and a crowd of marigolds A joining together type of feeling A trusting zen-like breathing  

Black wall

Driving through the highway Piercing through storms… charging our way Your silluette before I; rocking between my half closed eyes The backdrop, a black wall sky Behind you, I Eons apart So bare

Dancing with water

He takes the lead and holds you in his strong arms, reassuringly He is sea god You trust completely and let go while dancing with water

Knives

Series of knives, aimed at my heart Lying on the ground, bleeding With glimmers of a broken dream, of what once was Floating and shimmering in maroon hell Twinkling like stars in the vacant sky Crusting along the winding route Trying to find hope, something Trailing warmth, till it dries

Sun god

Sometimes everything becomes so difficult, and you feel weak and lonely. But the sun has a marvelous way of shining on you, smiling zenfully at you, holding your hand, and picking you up.

Watch something else, like a sky show

The gift of heaven

I wish I could blow the white clouds towards you I wish you could see what I see, smell what I smell, feel what I feel The breeze The scent of lilac and jasmine I wish you could see the soaring eagle, high when it passed by Or smile at the friendly play between bird-mates and

My meaning of life

Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above I don’t care. This is my meaning of life.

I felt happy

Today I sat there thinking I’m 18 years old and looking at the sky. I was lying on the grass with a book, but hell, I can never concentrate. The winds gushed, the clouds darkened, a wimpy little thunder growled, and I felt happy. 2002/08/12  

Somewhere on a horizon

It’s somewhere in between the orange and the blue hues of a sunset, somewhere in the horizon where the sky meets the ocean I don’t even recall who you are nor which one but your voice holds me, unclothes me, caresses, kisses and spins me, as we dance in the shower of raining orange flowers

How would you like your men, ma’am?

A young woman walked into sky mall. “How would you like your men, ma’am?” A store clerk asked. “How would I like my men?” She questioned, slightly annoyed that the clerk hadn’t figured out her extra picky nature by now. “How would I like my men?” She repeated while thinking out loud. “Just like how

Travelling contemplations

The sky is an ocean

The sky is an ocean and the birds are swimming. Just lay down and tilt your head back.

It’s a fine view, say you?

Marriage counseling in the skies

Let’s debate this with the judge… I didn’t mean to deliberately hurt you. I didn’t… I did cringe during the bicycle ride, but I don’t anymore. I promise. I’ll take back the rose and the note. I’ll take back that odd complement and the failed kiss. I’d pick you over that meat headed guy and

The morning sky’s red orange, and I’m mixing, rolling, and folding unfolding.

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Sky Milk