Cracks of dusk

moonlight seeps
in through the cracks
of dusk

the crescent star
stands bare, shining
from the truth
within.

Bond and free

all I want is
to fuse
with another
shooting star

and
be free.

Rain

Shall I compare you to a rainy day?
You are more thunderous and wet
with misery, giving turbulent winds a way,
Reminiscence of the time we met,
Sometimes too noisy for the eager ear,
And often making the landscape dreary,
Always gray and too much to bear,
Exploring and exploiting the confused and weary,
But your eternal excitement will never fade,
Nor the smile you put on my face will die,
For you’ll be the broken star to whom I prayed,
Leaving behind a trail of stardust in that rainy sky,
So long as your heart can see what’s essential & right,
So long lives this, and you, and your yellow light.

Flawed

she wasn’t
the most
perfect, well-arranged
star dust
that existed in this
universe.

she wasn’t
flawless
either.

in fact,
she was so flawed,
so perfectly flawed

so perfectly flawed for me.