The Dream I Didn't Know I Knew

I'm not sure how to explain it; I'm just sure you play a huge part in it.

It feels as though I'm walking in a dream; an illusion of some sort, or technicolour magic.

I don't know; I just know I'm the luckiest person to be in it.

The Marvellous We Forget

And maybe it was years ago when everything seemed new and you were little; and you marveled and asked; and you pointed at white clouds and blue skies and falling leaves and singing birds before you went another wow from another wow.

Nothing's changed.

You still see with the same eyes and hear with the same ears and feel with the same heart. And the clouds are white and the skies are blue and the leaves may fall and the birds do sing.

And here is when you say

Wow.

The Discovery That Was

And when you didn't see me, you didn't have to worry. I saw you in so many ways while you were looking for me.

Because the heart could see.

The Search After That

Or maybe we could take a break from searching for more and maybe we could stop singing whines.

And maybe we could just open our eyes and see what's in front of us and maybe we could start singing "Thank You"s.

Thank you.

The Blooming Return

I don't miss you. I miss who you were and what it was.

Which was why I walked back.

Because who you were and what it was;

they're not there.

Blooming daffodils and apple blossoms,

only I realized later

that where I stand;

is a beautiful garden.

The Unanswered Call

I called to say I love you;

And if that didn't get to you, I could probably walk a mile or two.

Or maybe it's time to use that rusty bike and that faded map,

and if I'd get lost along the way; maybe that's okay,

maybe then I would see who'd help.

Or if I'd fail to arrive at the door of your heart,

if I'd need to change the aim of my ride,

a little more than maybe, I'd be quite alright.

I called to say I love you;

I grew a ride stronger, discovered who'd help, learned to read the map.

of things we missed (or not).

That month you went on holiday. That week I went celebrating. That time you got that interview. That day I took up dancing.

We talked so much of yesterday, but none of them felt like it.

As easy as looking into each other's eyes; each time we're together, it's as if no time has passed.

the tragedy, Hope & Faith

Hundreds to the rescue, millions pray for you, a population who loves you.

The immeasurable strength in you.



May your strength brings you sunshine as beautiful.

red and blue make magenta

So there's that pen with a cute-looking character, and another not so similar,
and then there's that pretty pen, a boring pen, a long pen, a short pen, a thin pen, a fat pen, a bright-coloured pen, a dull-coloured pen, a funny-looking pen, a scary-looking pen, a classy pen, a normal pen.


Or we can skip that tiring introduction, and marvel at the
beautiful myriad of colours and patterns.


And then we shall proceed with that approach not only with pens; but among us humans.
Skip those unhealthy comparisons; celebrate our differences.
Because variety is fun; we're all made beautifully different.