Gardener: Strings of Fairy Lights From The Darkened Skies

in the light of day
You resemble
nothing like the dark of nights
and a fool 
so full of blindness 
the blindness of night
to have the shaming light
and suddenly forget
the spirit in you

It's true
that you are more
than what you appear
if you did not lack beauty
one could see more in you
but your faith to end like narcissus
and have eyes see less in you
looking through your own peep hole
to see more in you
Not to be the same height
and be more in you
but to feel the highest of heights
and from your sound of words
be more in you

and be more in you








nineteen eighty eight

I Am....

I am...

A long way from home...

home is where the heart is.
I can't find my heart,
so where can I find home?

feeling desperately dispensable.
departing from all that I know,
resembling feeling of no control.
I am being controlled by something
other than myself, and I know it...

I am...

A long way from myself...

myself is where I can find me.
I can't find me,
so where do I find myself?

bound by adhesive substance,
all the longing for you organic being.
that I have you, opens my eyes to... Just you.
and below my bosom, a feeling so desperate...
I can't begin to comprehend...

Find me son, my only song.
tell mommy everything will be, just fine.
even it you just lie, try
and tell me that I matter,
because I have been feeling like no matter.

EOU © 2013