There it goes again,
that plane
swirling across the blue canvas
breezing past the fluffy pillows
leaving behind not a single trace.

There he was again,
sitting at the train station
glaring at the iron rails
wishing, wishing…

There she stood again,
immersed in a field of magnolias
watching the bees pollinating, being
everything she sought to be.

Here we are again,
living out what we call truth,
screaming at ourselves for not being
enough of what we already are.

You know that person
Who seems to have the
Strength of a thousand warriors,
Whose smile illuminates darkness,
And whose soul overflows with life?

The one who believes in you
When the path becomes unclear,
And who guides your way
On days when no one knows
That you are lost…?

You are that person.

So she dreamt,
and she dreamt,
and she dreamt
some more.

Until she opened her eyes
and realized
she had all she
was looking for.

Wake up and decide
That today is your day
And that every day that follows
Will be yours too.

Breathe in and remember
That you are the one
In control of
Who you want to be,
And once you remember that,
You’re free.

If everything is temporary
And we are everything
Then our spirits are both eternal
Linked together like silly string.

I used to sit and wait at windows
Nitpicking at my mind’s extremes
Thinking and wishing
Of better tomorrows
Begging you
To hear my screams

If nothing lasts forever
And we are nothing
Then I’d give back every single year
To remain with you, here.

I’d press pause on that simple clause
The one which stole my heart —
“We’re infinite, in-fin-ite”
It still pierces like a dart.

Etait là,
Toute seule, comme toujours

Je voulais la suivre,
L’entourer,
L’ouvrir au monde qui l’attendait,

Celui qui lui demander
De découvrir ce qu’elle était
Et de l’attraper.

Parfois je la regarde,
Et il me semble qu’elle le sent
Cette sensation mystique
Sensuelle, chimique…

Notre liaison est éternelle
Nos âmes, partagées,
Je la regardais.

my daughter
teaches me more about life
than any classroom i’ve ever
been in, taught in, sought in.
she is a tenured professor
in a semester that never ends

I felt this urge to write you,
And spell out how you make me feel,
But verse, prose, and haikus
Fail to encapsulate the way
My heart tugs toward you,
Like a flower leans for the sun.

The light which emanates from you
Revives my wilted spirit,
Suffocates my twisted thoughts
And revitalizes all I’ve ever known
About the world,
Why I’m here,
And what here is.

You are my Universe
My solar system
The star that guides my way.
The vision that inspires
All that I have yet to say.

What if I had loved you more?
What would that look like anyway?
Like breathing meant being closer
To your fingertips grazing my skin,
Or blinking meant feeling your lips
Pressed hard against mine,
Or speaking meant uttering every single
Adjective which could encompass the
depths of my affections for you...

I have loved you with every inch of my being
And if I could find another millimeter
To offer you, I would.

I would make you see what they all see
That you’re everything I have sought,
Even before I started seeking.

I don’t know if I can love you more
Than I already do,
But I will anyway.

Whether you are here
Or you are away
I am with myself,
Always.

And one day I took the risk
To be who I knew I always was.

I haven’t looked back since.

“Wait”, she said,
After minutes of silence
Separating her from
What she knew she deserved.

“I love you too.”

she had been fooled --
and she knew it.
believing she was the outlier
in his galaxy of constellations

he had drawn her in, connected the dots,
and left her swinging there

like the pendulum
whose tick marks each tock
without a care.

instead of running
when there was time
she froze her path
hypnotized by the familiar chime...

before the broken lovers loved each other,
they may have loved another.
their scarred hearts are healed forever,
ready to love again

and again,
and again.
it’s a cycle, you see...
a never-ending melody.

José called me today,
and when I heard his voice it felt like
a time-machine had swooped me by the feet,
dragged me down the rabbit hole,
and brought me back to that day at Disney World,
where all we did was spin, spin spin, win, win, win.

Winter will arrive today,
and although my clothes are still warm,
my feelings for you are frigid as the ice
settling like frosting on top of the thermosphere;
I guess I’ll spend Christmas alone this year.

i’m in love with a vibration of myself i’m still creating.
and that’s what makes it all so fascinating.
i sense her, my blooming self, emerging from within.
she’s telling me,
keep going, keep going…
you’re almost there.
you’re almost home.
and i’ll be right here,
waiting for you,
when you arrive.