Appregio

Cold night.
Warm drinks.
Starless skies.
Endless musical instruments. Notebook.
Unspoken words.
Written imageries.
Distance.
Time.
Oh you.

Nobody knows that I can actually set the world on fire.

Rain 3: Connection.

The rain is falling outside my window right now.
Pouring their strategies to win back this life.
Rain and I.
United in one.

Vague

I see your name everywhere I go.
I see your face beneath my ego.

Love brings your soul to cover my sorrow.
All my worries of tomorrow.

Even though the oceans are widely spread between us.
You, God's stallion always found your ways accurately to drown me in the sharpest of all gorse.

I have tasted the acidity of the moonlit floor.
Alone.
Dancing in the midwest wind.
Gazing through your cold eyes, static bones, statuesque figure.
As if you have greeted me in a way the sun greets the moon in the dawn.
Where no one could talk.
Nor even ask.
About the tight wires inside our flask.

Where have you been, stardust?
Let the fireflies, and midnight's tricksters fly away off your bats.
And stay, stay, stay, stay.
Close to my art.
The beating heart.

Missing muse

I miss the thought of you running in my head.
The withering flowers, the unspoken words, and the charming glow of the sheer rope that connects us.
Oh you, and sheets of musical instrument.
Oh me, and unmeasurable love for the falling rain.
I wish I didn't dig the truth too far.
I wish I didn't hear you speak about Keats.
About loving everybody, and peace.
All I've got is a longing pain, and some missing parts.
I haven't been inspired since the last time we part.
Virtually. Mind to mind. In another galaxy.
When will you come and fall with the rain again?