Book-marks

Pressed between the past and future
We are a hanging bookmark
Marking the pages as the story turns.

Are we connected to the characters?

Horizon

We wet the sands
With our passion
The evening heat is
Our kiss

I Quench my thirst
With the drops on her
As the sea dances
To our racing hearts

The waves crash the shore
In a strange jest
As the distant waters
Succeed in their quest

The dusk settles in silence
A desire rises, in the horizon
And the two ends meet.

Motley

The color winged butterfly
Dies in the hands of life.

Little pretty hands.

Red-eye

The redness in the eyes
Smears the skies
And wavy lines are etched
With vapored tears

Drops of energy
Are drained eagerly into the leaves
Time is marked away
As the orange disk leaves.

A heaven, A hell
The same day, is
Lulled for a while.

A fresh redness
Would form again tomorrow
For it is someone's
Day of sorrow.

Smile please

A sweet little something
Speckles of joy
Freckles of sadness
Clad in all these
A beauty is this life

We are tired , I realize
But lets celebrate life and living
Let's show the darkness its place
Let's sing, Let's dance
This is our only chance

Burying the worries
Let us all smile
And walk that extra mile.

Fork

Two roads diverged and I
I sleep at the intersection.

Knock

The bees from the hive
Knock the glass windows
To let them in for light

But letting them in
Would trap them in light
Away from the warmth of darkness
And happiness that they harness.