Dragon’s Soul

i saw a sunset
the other day.
a psychedelic blast
of ruby reds,
pineapple yellows
and tangerine oranges
splashed against a backdrop
of titanium white clouds,
painting the sky
into a melodious blend
of peach daquiri.
as the sun set further,
lighter shades of purple grew,
casting lavender magic
upon the clouds.
as indigo bled into denim,
the stars came alive,
twinkling to the unheard
yet deeply felt symphony
of the universe.
and yet,
it all pales
to the unequivocal radiance
she casts upon all Creation
when she knows how much
she is loved.

i saw a sunset
the other day.
and then
i saw you.

~lt

Imago

i miss the oaks trees
from my home.
i miss the sage-painted hills
and the resounding crash
of waves along golden sands.
but,
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.

~lt

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.

~lt

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.

~lt

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.

~lt

Ikigai

i breathe you in;
had it truly been this long
since i felt this way?
oxytocin,
dopamine;
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.

~lt

Gensouteki

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,
no.
if anything,
it becomes my strength.

~lt

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