There was a time
when life...

Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...

It wasn't the tides ebbing towards you
nor the winds whistling farewells like gusts...

You said her skin was the ocean
you would gladly swim in...

What on Earth? A rain drop on my hand
A gift from Heaven itself!? Oh wait...

I was a student roaming through thoughts,
always getting lost in the alleys of people's...

I once, walking through a sidewalk,
held within my left pocket...

A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...

Do you know why you love her poems so much?
Because just like you, she is a beginner...

As they form,
if you listen carefully, you will hear the waves...

Like images held in an hourglass,
each night I sleep in a capsule of time...

Upon my wake, the sun became a light;
too bright, like fire just fueling a stove...