If colour was rich,
You’d be chasing rainbows.
Endlessly seeking,
A flickering pot of gold.
Fire was your name,
Insatiable and alive.
Your candle burned bright,
Yet went up in trailing smoke.
Bittersweet.
Failed pretty;
Loved ugly.
Drowned in idealism;
Engulfed in fear.
Mustered strength;
Awoken senses.
Smiled in pain;
Albeit crying in love.
Ideal.
Like sunrise,
I’d trust you lead and shine light.
I’d have no fear in the darkest of nights.
Like waves,
You’d lift me, bring me along, or to shore.
Cyclical, rhythmic, calm and more.
Like rain,
You’re okay to let me see your mess,
Dream with me for rainbow even when chances are less.
Like sunset,
We’d hold space for us to unwind.
Even when you’re not the brightest, I wouldn’t mind.
Heart Balloon.
Holding on to the line of the balloon always seemed easy until distractions happen and we let go of it unknowingly.
Is it meant to be attached by the wrist or do we allow it freedom to drift off to the city of lights?
Ode.
Life’s greatest works deliver
Meanings temporal and eternal.
On the facade,
We carve our paths.
On the polish wheel,
We refine our skills.
Set out with an intention,
Imperfect and learning;
Yet upon completion,
Profound and stunning.
The same is to be said
Of our life endeavours.
Purposefully wander,
For every step is a wonder.
Time shalt pass,
Old age will come.
Like the Grecian urn
With truth between its arms.
Silent and passionate,
For it does not speak.
Classical and timeless,
For it holds true meaning of beauty.
Vulnerability.
Stashed away,
Like an old toy in the attic —
A forgotten classic;
An all-time favourite.
We learnt life without it,
When reality got in the way.
It’s time for a shift!
They got into the attic,
Found this dusty toy,
Unrecognisable from it once was —
An embarrassing reality,
Yet remains precious in memory.
Cake.
Candles lighted,
Before us a creamy buttery slice.
In the sepia and dim,
Light was brightest in your eyes.
In all snow and white,
You brought flaring summer.
Two heart popsicles,
Melting into sweet pink mush.
New Year.
Momentous —
An exchange of oranges and reds
Between manes of black, white and grey;
Happiness —
An exchange of blues and yellows
through greens, pinks and violets.
Vulnerability.
If tenderness is an ache,
from exercising vulnerability.
Then gratefulness is the relief,
from training the bravest hearts.
Anxious.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Footsteps hurrying.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Raindrops fighting.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Fingers stimming.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Her heart thudding.
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