Mirror

If I ever find a room that smells like you,
I will sit facing that dented mirror,
Prop the pillow to sleep with your hand on my head,
And make it my home.
I promise you, I will.

As long as you tell me that you'll never come back. 

Midnight

Pillow talks and scrambled hair,
Pouring rain and thunderous air.
Fingers mingled with the present,
Midnight jazz and this starry crescent.
The rosy room and your ear on my heart,
My darling sets my world apart…

Lovely

I wonder if the skies would
Clear up someday-
The way they should.
Give way to those April flowers
And snowflake showers.
Seems like I ask too less
For what it’s worth.
My lovely little,
Moonbeam kingdom.

Sometimes

Sometimes, I hold out my hand,
To see if you do it too.
I close my eyes, and you're there
But it's pitch black.

I breathe your smile in,
Ready to fall for it all over again.
The dark fades out,
and all that is left is my hand grasping starlight,
A little too tight.
But then again, like I said – sometimes…

Counting

What am I doing? I must stop.

Counting the seconds on my watch,
Will not undo the time that I lost.
Counting the greys in the clouds,
Will not bring rains to the ground.

I must end this. I'm tired of it all.
But I'm still counting….

Sway

The rustle in the leaves,
They tell me where the wind howls.
They tell me how the roses blossom.
I can hear them whisper and sway.
I know you can too.

The glimmer in the stars are aligned today.
Lucky for me, I'm not the only one looking up at them.