My fingers painted
Poetry with blood dripping
From my bleeding heart
My fingers painted
Poetry with blood dripping
From my bleeding heart

The beginning
The middle
The end

A waiting world
Takes a break
Waiting for night
Waiting for light
A hesitant moon
Makes its move
Rising in power
Rising in might

A heart from you
A heart for me
A heart with your
Sweet liberty
I feel your soul
I feel your love
I feel your care –
Soft gentle dove
And we love orange!

Splinters of orange
Crack apart the sleeping night –
Gray morphs into day

I’ll be your flower
Your petal, your sun, your light –
If you’ll be my stem
Inspired by:
Photo Ni Ompong

I slipped under
Alluring depths
Allowed myself
To be seduced
By water’s kiss

Sometimes.
Once in a while, you meet someone.
And in that instant, your life lights up
Like a candle waiting for its flame.
And then you know.
You know that everyone else –
Everything gone before
Was just wasting all your time.