Fate, with bright autumn still tied in her tresses
pauses and smiles at the winter-worn sky
where the spring debutante so breathlessly dresses
hidden beneath the silent snowdrift's sigh.

fate leaves, and alights, still bright, in your eyes
where it meets as a monochrome reflection me
the idyll of that winter that it fated never dies -
ever painfully it echos, an ever fatal melody.

~~~
winter, with an intensity foreign to her name
feigns another fairytale for the innocent to believe
and spins a tale of irony with her unsuspecting game
- us. we were young once, too trusting, too naive -

winter was bliss at the end of that year
and the snowflakes sharp kisses sent by your soul
cliches melted as the ice brought amorous cheer
never was a winter more heartfelt - more full -

~~~
spring, with bright promises writ in her smile
arrives laughing in the sunset of our desire
as the hearts we tried once to reconcile
beat apart, each to a different fire.

spring enters our story, but the romance is over
ghost of a passion that even march cannot restore
spring alights in your eyes, forms the season's first clover
and falls, seeing that fate had visited before.

Every day I send a thousand kisses
To match each one of your thousand coldest glares.

Nothing in your sparkling eyes
Betrays your ever loving lies.
Love is silent, love is swift
Love, where in this life we drift
With utmost passion, catches souls
And dazzles them with all her ghouls.
You, phantasm! Ghost of my dreams!
Shadow of the unredeemed!
No illusion can beguile
Like that specter of your smile.
Reverence came, but bliss was far
The soul still lingers near the star.
Enamored once, I look at them
Oh! It was all but a whim.

The curve of the shell, the swirl, the twirl
Spinning and spinning, upwards it curls
Emitting faint rays of black, pink and brown
Swirling upwards, swirling down.
The groove of the shell, the spiraling dents
Careless marks left with no intents
Smooth ridges, rough ridges, left by the tide
On every corner, on every side.
The scent of the shell, its great history
The sound and the feel from its home in the sea.
Daughter of motion, every thought, every notion
It comes from the rivers; it comes from the ocean.

(Haven't revisited this one for a while now... how young I was back then!)

I wish that the greedy would give to the needy
So that they are righteous and fair...
I wish that the seeds would choke out the weeds
Until one is no longer there.
I wish that the darkness would find the light
And spin happiness from despair
I wish that the evil would do what's right
A smile replacing the glare.

My wish is warm and kindles sparks
In those who are dark.
My wish is a flare.

Morning light still dim, still young
Day still dark, still not begun
I rose, awake, and seeking the sun
And found instead snowflakes to catch on my tongue.
The snow tastes like memories of brighter days
Before we left to go our own separate ways
The snow tastes like sunshine, encrusted in ice
Sparkling but white, so small yet precise
And would taste almost sweet if it wasn't so cold
Reminding me of days weary and old
Where are you now? Do you remember my name?
Have you died from the darkness, your darkness and shame?
I loved you once, my friend, my foe
But that was so so long ago.
I think it was you I missed the most
And I almost mourn for the friendship I lost.
But did you find others to ensnare?
Do you still have that lock of my hair?
How many hearts have you chosen to chill?
The days have gone, traitor, but I love you still.