A Fictional First Love


The scent of a hibiscus’ seaside gust,
Mixed with sunlit rooms and static dust,
Still lingers in the air a lifetime after
Bringing innocence and practiced laughter

And shepherd’s dance; what otherworldly boon
For us and ever! grace the night, calm moon,
With your gaze of heterochromia,
Knowing that someone’s dream is all we are

The tangible rain of her scripted tears
Has become refrain to these age-long fears

Is there limit to your allegory –
To the potential of my own story?

This song of faith shall reach maturity,
For I grew tall on hope and purity


The Stage


This static voice turns

From a muted gasp’s yearns

In liaison with owls

The seat burns. Uttering

Hear the radio’s

Noise keep stuttering

Like my heart. Fluttering




November’s light

Was cold and stopped the world

In its spin, as I

Wondered if this is what

Luna’s fair skin felt like




I shall be your guide

– A dream-stained window to

This monochrome realm –

And color black, to let you

See what only your eyes may


Aria, Together


Of stories now and then I’ll tell my friend,
Who keeps me company on voyage when…

About a maiden, her tendermost hand
Patching this sail, painting traveler’s tale;

My racing heart brings – ah, almost it sings! –
Excitement, riding on a southern gale,
To you, Dearest, about wondrous new things,
And bell-like chimes resounding in port hail:
“Come, beginnings not far beyond the rail!”,
For all the unknown treasures to explore
Are plucking these heartstrings forever more,
Now echoing love’s song composed by you

…A seagull observing life on the shore,
Flapping its wings, thinking of kindness too