Our Hearts in Place

As you stand in the corner

looking at me—

you call me

with your silence

I enter into your room

without being there—

lying next to you

all night long

My hands remain tight

my eyes closed

my skin too far to feel you

Yet my heart touches you

at places my senses

unable to reach

If we went deaf

and the world went silent

we’d still find each other

with our hearts in place

When Rain Knocks

Rain knocks on the door

Ears closely follow the sound

Dreams look for shelter

I Hate You

You wounded me

and sucked out

my life force—

all in a good way

Why are you still

stuck in my heart?

Why don't you just

go away?

But if you did—

would we be

the same

as before?

Should I hate you

for your first smile?

Should I just walk out

and disappear into

the unknown?

But if I did—

would we breathe

a sigh of relief?

You touched me,

kissed me,

felt me

from a distance

Now if you say

you hate me

I wonder—

where we would fit in

I say—

I hate you

yet my heart remains

full of you

As the Sphere Dances

Summer starts with flair

As the sphere dances with feet

World springs up once more

Gazed Upon

I lay motionless

like a corpse

in the sun room

embracing

the morning rays

The sun stood

at the north point

and gazed at me

in silence

Sometimes hiding behind

the spiky Cordylines,

it kept the rays coming—

bathing me throughout

Soaked and intoxicated

by the warm rays,

I listened to the gentle

rustling behind the hedges

Behind the Clouds

I’ve had a productive day

I didn’t do any work today—

the type of work

I do for a living

I took a nap

under the morning sun

like a resting cat

I spent time making

a delicious lunch

and ate in silence

I read a few chapters

of a book

until I felt bored

and put it away

I reflected

on a few things

about life and

wrote about it

I sat quietly and

listened to my thoughts

to help myself

with my wellness

Being me—

before I forget

myself

Being me—

noticing that I am

still here

Being me—

reminding myself

I am more than

what I do

for a living

Being me—

realising my true identity

rests in the quiet

behind the clouds

I’ve had a very

productive day

Our Morning is the Reason Itself

Your good morning

arrives like a bird

in my garden

The little icons you send

gently drift across

as you step into my thoughts

You are turning my days

with your messages

into sweet moments

I wonder if

a midlife crisis alone

could be the reason

for this sweetness

Perhaps—

the reason is

far more meaningful

than this…

…deeper than

this sweetness

Perhaps—

we are the reason itself

not something borne out of

any misfortune

Between Two Points

I've been sailing

across the ocean

for decades—

almost all my adulthood

Now I want to

get off the vessel

but the ocean

wouldn't let me

Who do I become

once I step onto land—

no longer

the sailor or

the passenger

The sailor in me

still searches

for himself

on land

The passenger in me

cannot let go

of the horizon

Still seeking ocean

on land—

hearing invisible waves

The space within myself—

between two points

growing incoherent

I might wait

for my ship to wreck or

sail it through the storm

I might jump

if the ship won't do it

for me

Space Between Us

Our pixelated kisses

are a touch away

They've landed

with exact precision

yet keeping the miles

between us

We've kept each other

in heart's chambers—

cozily tucked away

Space between us…

…now pleading

to shrink

Behind the Locked Door

A childhood happiness

seeks no reason—

it opens a door

for a smile to enter

Several autumns pass—

as the leaves fall,

the door gets jammed

and the smile

doesn't knock anymore

We forget the door—

the smile forgets us

We wait

behind the locked door

for the smile

to come back