i miss the oaks trees
from my home.
i miss the sage-painted hills
and the resounding crash
of waves along golden sands.
the desert has its own
special language.
i dream in terrific sunsets
and ruby sands,
of warm winds
and warmer arms.
the wilds
are what you carry
with you.


Dragon’s Gift

you are an oasis
for my tired bones;
balm for my desiccated mind
and roses
for my sore eyes.
your kindness flows deep inside
with every breath,
nourishing my very spirit,
until i cannot help
but bloom
for you.


Koi no Yokan

tell me again
why the moon chases the sun
knowing he will never catch her?

were it not for her
he would not glow at all
and were it not for he
we would not love
the sunrise.


Esque ad Aeternum

and so,
when the sun sets
on that bitter day
of fate,
when the last of my energy
is extinguished,
when the dust of my bones
scatters among the desolation
of the cosmos,
i pray
the last thing on my mind,
my heart,
my soul,
my lips,
is you.



i breathe you in;
had it truly been this long
since i felt this way?
paltry terms
for the energy
coursing through my veins.
i dare not breathe;
for in this moment,
with this breath,
suspended in time;

i am home.



maybe i don’t need to know
all the answers.
perhaps my pride
was what jaded me.
there is still mystery
in the whispers of leaves
and powerful magic
in the song of a bird.
it’s okay
to be innocent.
it’s okay
to have the wonderment
of the boy i used to be.
it doesn’t make me any weaker,
if anything,
it becomes my strength.



in an era
where many discredit conviction,
i glimpsed your form
by chance.
this heart-pounding excitement
has suddenly
you taught me
that true courage
lies in never letting your smile fade
and though I may close my eyes
when i suffer
i open them to see you there,
back in the fray.
the battle is out there
and you will be my strength.
i always want to protect it;
this pounding
in my heart.


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