Springtime

spring has come to greet us again,
with her cold hand occasionally whisping under T-shirts.
her warm sun changing the pigment on your face.
her little angels chirping to her voice in the wind.

The blossoms curling, under her feet and between her toes.
the young saplings feed off her tears,
in the gloomy, clouded afternoon.
The petals show praise to her majestic beauty.

after school, children run and play in her beauty.
every little laugh brings a shine in her eyes.

A Friend

it was a steamy day,
in the blistering summer of '98
i was soaking, all i could of the firey sun,
lying in the grass, imagining what to do with my day.
you were arriving home from a distant land,
visiting you forgotten, loving father.
 i met you for the first time,
greeting you over the hot macadam.
i met a great friend that day
you were just like me in many ways.
a "tom boy", yet "girly"
with posters in your room, ranging from the backstreet boys to the spice girls
playing with beagles, making faces
climbing the sacred cherry tree, playing tag.
what happened to the fun we had?
we used to sing, used to dance, used to always take a chance.
 those memories seen very vague to me,
because now you are not the same.
you have turned ruse, and sour to me.
like a poison choking me.
i can't seem to stand you anymore
all i have to ask is: why?

A Cold Night

through the rain i see moonless spaces.
i can see life passing through cold, shivering hands.
much like that how the pouring rain slips through leaves.
darkened images haunt my nightly sleep.

I can see the end of my sorrow like the ending of the rain.
in the calm, much like the glass, my memory fog.
 my mind is cure to see a better day,
but for now my body reasons otherwise.

Tree of Life

my soul is like the cherry tree,
growing neat the ancient water brooks.
roots holding on to the earth,
like a child grasping the mother's nourishing hand.

my fruit could be sour because of my sorrow,
or my fruit could be filled with love.
when the rain comes to relieve my thirst,
my leaves appear to flow with tears of joy.

as times goes by my leaves appear to fade,
my blossoms bloom and drift in the wind.
i know that i will live on,
i hope at least forever.

I love how they say "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
But when my love is away, it just makes my pain last longer

You can have your fillers, hang with friends
But it never lasts til night's end

I find myself thinking of you, while lying in bed
Insted of getting my needed sleep to fend off the pain

When I finally close my eyes, I have the sweetest dreams of you
Those dreams turn to nightmares as I wake

They are nightmares because you are too far
to touch, to hold, to see, to hear

I am missing you, I am all alone
Please hurry back home