home

With the stars aglow
in the velvet horizon,
I stood about a castle.
The welcoming fluorescent glow
of its humble facade,
the trimmed santan
picketing the fences...
like the santuary of gods and godesses
deep in the woods,
I felt tranquility and content
at the sight of it.
The cool breeze of evening summer
tickled to the very tip
of my toes
abutting my long quest
for paradise long ceased
by monsters of the past.

Yes.

The breeze was smooth.
The moon reflected the furrows
on my parched face,
the loose threads
of my tattered robe
but my soul illumines
like an ember in the snow.

The crescendo of distant mimic
climbed through my veins,
stirring my senses,
as if rejoicing
for the bruised feet
of a vagabond
had alas reached
HOME.

emergence

For what seemed like
eons of blur,
in the mire
had I been wallowing,
swimming through it,
savoring its murky lather
like lucid water unbeknownst
to the skin.

Weary to the monotony,
nauseous to the smell
of decaying ebony,
I looked up
seeing the enormous clarity,
a choice that has been
mine for eternity.

I stopped.
I bowed,
finding my chocolate hands
clasped in unison
with my smoggy spirit.

All that had been gray,
All that had been brown,
has turned in total blackness
like an opaque wall of anonymity.

"I am yours!" mumbled in ulcerous lips.

A grain of light suddenly sparked,
eating the vast darkness
enveloping my soul.

For the first time in years
I was breathing the air
I had lost.
My heart was throbbing
out of deep frost.

It felt so light
I was emerging from
the citadel of endless night.

It was raining.
I was melting.
I was floating.
Finally,
I was flying
with my ivory skin
back to my Father’s haven.

i could best be

How much will I stake
to unravel every thing to you?
there are questions in me
only you can and are the answer.

I still dream about you.
you still hold that part of me
that knows nothing but love-
the nicest part of me
i never realized until you
crossed my path.

Perhaps ti’s your mystery
I wanted to unravel,
but you never let me.
Thus, what I could best be,
a dreamer.
why only there could "us" exist-
in dreams where my heart’s content
is your requited affection.