It's not the fear of drowning
within the ocean of feelings...
I saw the promise of
Spring dancing in your irises...
Golden cells of honeycomb
that tastes sweetly on your lips...
She is hibiscus tea
quenching my soul...
eating greedily
from the acceptance table...
Do you know
the sadness which blows...
Upon a walk one moonlit night,
I saw a lady all draped in white...
My mother cried
when I was a child...
Standing on familiar soil
I see the echoes...
Those grey years of angst,
Of treading water in a sea of tears...
It's a new year, so
let's celebrate...
Your words,
when they came as whispers...