Whole Again

Every night she is staring at the very same mirror, smeared with strangers staring back. She can’t find nor recognize herself anymore, and so one night, she stops looking. Every night her soul is floating in the space between her face and this estranged reflection. She hears the walls murmuring, admiring the touch of her…

All that I Can See

I can see a dimly rainbow-lit bridge. I can see us, wearing yesterday. I can see a middle-aged architecture alley, with gargoyles staring at us. I can see the whole place wondering aloft a cloud, right next to me. I can see a bench, two lovers, and a blinding light that I mistake for the…

Dressed in Moonlight

Her honeyed words of light seduce me tonight. I see her dressed in that transparent black dress, parting the starry night sky, walking right up to me. She place her fingertips so softly on the nape of my neck, as if she’s tuning her violin to play. Her mermaid hair strewn all over my face,…

Redefining Beauty

Her peaceful smile is more of a ritual, rather than an expression of joy, as if she’s sacrificing a part of herself just to feel once more.  Her melodic voice is more of a hymn, rather than of dreary frequencies of sound, as if she’s summoning a divine being, one with an outstretched hand. Her…

Five Days of Drowning

DAY ONE Have you ever quenched your thirst with an unfilled cup? Or drenched yourself completely in a heavy rainfall, under a clear azure sky? Have you ever emotionally moved the heart of a heartless soul? Or became the soul of its bleak shadow, latched unto transience? She may ask me how’s my day going,…

I Can See Her

I can hear her smiling today, I can see her, pierced by a thousand gazes, admiring her beauty, her very elegance, Her golden lustrous aura spills of sunlight, blinding them, telling them that she can see none. But still, does the sun ever distinguish the wavering speck of cosmic dust? I can trace her thoughts…

The City of Love

I wish I could have taken you to Paris, We could have sat on the steps of Montmartre, Beneath the shade of Sacre-Coeur, As we looked down upon the city under our feet, Every side street an artery pumping life stemming from the heart of Notre-Dame, And from up here, we’ll see eye to eye…