ascending

there's probably nothing I wouldn't do
if I was wearing an oversize shirt

3am, boots and the bottom
of a vodka bottle
see me dance on beds
write poetry and declare my love
for you and the world
off rooftops
dawn isn't far -
they always say
but do they know that
in that moment
3.17 or 3.71am
I have never felt
alive-r
happier
and shinier
in my spot in the sun's moonlight

the cicadas and my parlance
with the stars
is a story woven
in the sleepy undertones of my eyes

ricochet

we're all so alone.
so desperately alone.

and it's a heady feeling like fuck.

empty lobbies and boarding time

I've made homes out of people
Lived in the eye of the storm
Not known it until it left
footprints of ruin
Loved with an electric passion

Seen the faint stretch of the night sky
as it gave way to dawn
Clicked my shutter on enough
nooks, and corners of hills
tried to capture scents on a camera
foolish enough to believe
memories lasted forever

I've flown over the Alps
Watched valleys seep themselves in pink
Seen giraffes walk away into the sunset
Made two feet tall snowmen
on a sixteen feet cover of white
Gazed at the Milky Way
And it's million wonders

and craned my neck
to the point of strain
trying to remember
sounds, smells, trinkets

I've spent evenings after evenings
on the same ledge watching
my fawn colour fur ball
against grey sheets of rain
and woken up to mornings
after mornings
to beautiful sunshine making
silhouettes out of real life characters
I've associated songs with forests
streams and brooks
people and their colognes

I've seen lakes washed with lilacs
believing my love story too
was lilac and faintly gold
and I've believed

Believed like only I can. 

you

you know the
clichés
they kept doling out
as if we
our fates
came in sealed envelopes

a storm and a
hurricane
we played out our parts
pretty well
I'd say

like amateur actors
under the spotlight
we shone
the moon in my heart
and the suns in your fists

only our scenes together
made our vulnerabilities
resonate
echo and sound
together
apart

you and I
we made
ghost towns out of
each other

if I ever visit again
I'll be sure to step
over the craters
on roads and side lanes
but I hope
I'll muster up
the courage
to go see the pale lilacs
you planted for me
last spring
cause I told you
that the colour
reminded me of home
or you

mid week brevity

listening to her
sing about love and distance
in vintage heartache

take everything

you were yellow
I, a pale lilac

on some nights
you'd paint the town red
leaving me wondering
if I, stuck in this
mezzanine space
would ever
be brushed by
what your heart bled

and then
I mixed palettes
to create a
symphony of waves
that came
crashing you by

the clockwork
of sunrises and sunsets
lunar cycles and moons
and each season of
purple wild flowers
saw your breath
on mine
and an ever increasing
stack of your old
worn out t-shirts

t-shirts
that now see me through
cold nights
spring cleaning
and adventurous days
of spicy chicken dishes
that I fashion

with the 2121 kms
that separate you
from me
it's the lilac
that you are now
and the yellow
that I'll always be
and the red-violet
between us
that will crash us by
today
tomorrow
and after that

light, dust, a little rust

you would think
that the best thing
about globetrotting
would be a worn out,
achy suitcase
stamps on your passport
in different ink
and a slightly
hazed and crazed
mosaic of experiences
collected and forgotten

but the best thing
about travel
is not even a new horizon
or a violently
free sunset

I wish I could take
your hand
and make you stand
where I stood
and show you

the dewy purple
of the milky way
the vast ocean
of the galaxies
that you won't even know
the fairy dust
and the faint lust
of the star dust
a sky celebrating
the light in your
soul
and the dreams
in your eyes
and the violent urge
in every fibre
of your being
to be, to just be
then
there
right there
and gaze.
gaze at the magnificence
of what is being written
before you -
before you feel
a little bit of you
leave you
and join the body
of the star spangled sky
and become one.

it is that moment
when you are
and you believe it more than ever
except you don't

this reality could
not be unparalleled
on the surface
of some violet coloured star
somewhere in this expanse,
where at this moment
a bit of me
must be leaving
to join the body of the
star spangled sky.