Looking back it never mattered anyway

If your sparks grew into a fire or were put out when fanned; 

You were the northern lights and I was the north star,

baffled by your outrageous glow as you danced before my eyes.

 Closer, I thought, closer

Yet I couldn’t help but drown in the distance between us.

Won’t you stay a while with me? 

Your laughter slips through my fingers like sand, 

scattered like soft petals in the wind. 



Like the rolling waves
you washed ashore
You laugh
like a torrent of droplets on yellow brown leaves

Dragging fragments back into the deep blue
           My fragments–

disappeared like dust blown into spring’s breeze
and laid to rest in the deep sea.




Like the night swallows the day,
your light corrodes my heart.

It withers like the pages of an ancient novel,

your touch scattering
a field of dandelions in the chilly black.

Like snow

White cotton falls from the sky

I chase after them with pale fingers

Like tall grass dancing in the wind.


They rest on my hand like the tears of summer,

And like you,


Disappear with the gentleness of a passing breeze

Of dried red autum leaves

leaving no trace but that on my heart.

I wish

I wish I was a cloud

Drifting to you whenever



I would take the form of rain

And comfort you by caressing your cheeks

I would block the rays

From your peace as you smile in your sleep


I would fill the empty glass

With my tears to quench your thirst


And when you look at me and frown

I would disappear as mist

As the orange blossom of the setting sun.



yet elegant coat her,

nonchalant and magical.

How far


her legs give way and her blood turns cold?

One step

and her boots sink deep into the icy field of white.

How could I?

She smiled and in seconds, my heart was stolen. She held her hand out to me, beaming from ear to ear.

She had the cutest gap-toothed smile. Brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and a thick fringe hung over her forehead. Giggling, she took small steps towards me.

“I’m sorry.” She said, her voice clear as a bell.

“Do you know why you’re saying sorry?” I interrogated her as I bent down to get a close up of her beautiful eyes.

“I pushed him. It’s not nice to do so. I will give him my cupcake so he feels better.”

I sighed and a flicker of a laugh escaped my lips. How could one stay angry at a grade school student? It was an impossible feat.