Love tells your bones to dance
When your heart wants to melt.
It puts more to your hands
Like it was made to be held.


Dreams of you
are rays that slip
through my fingers
while I failingly try to
keep the sun off my face.

You are the cold air
On the mornings I run,
That gently brushes my skin.
The air on moments
I’d die to breathe.

Attempts to say “I love you”
Recounts to being infant again,
in struggle to express,
To find the perfect word
As perfect as the feeling.

If life is a book,
You are the words
that grace the back cover,
I read you thinking,
“You’re everything
And all I need to know”.

Bid farewell to unwritten letters
As they turn into little waves
Let them kiss your toes
as you bravely go against the waters.
Set free a memory, for it
doesn’t make you less of a beauty.

Life is just much more,
The heart is crafted to beat
Until man’s last minute
But it craves in secret
Jumping and stopping in between.

When even the Moon takes phases
To escape the cruel, black night,
The flowers turn towards
where it catches the Sun,
What makes you think
you deserve to be saturnine?

What keeps you still, holding on
When the shadow, in its darkness
Gets enticed to follow along
Every step when man dances,
When the seed, of sheer love
breaks itself out of desire for life?

Bear Hands

Somewhere the sea
And the skies meet,
But I never knew.
Whenever my
sight tries to go and
see the end of it,
You’re who I come to think.

I opened my eyes
To the melodies of rain,
As if tap dancing
on the windowpane.
Or was it you, it sounds same
When you approach me,
And when you walk away.

The human memory sometimes
Do make fun of us,
Just when you
had much to remember
And that’s when you forgot.
I have you to forget,
But you’re all I remember.

To fall in love with you
is like watching
the day turn to night.
Though I kept watch
Almost without a blink
Still I don’t know how
Dark blue came just after pink.

When I look at you
I take in the stars,
Looking the same, yet when I
Photograph you a thousand times
You are a different story everytime.

When I look at you
The blood rush through
Every inch of my veins,
To make me feel every ounce
Of happiness and pain.

When I look at you
The questions stopped to exist,
My chest lost the quest for answers.
I could have cared less of the universe,
But I fell for it in a pair of eyes.

How long has it been?
The world has already made a spin.
The heavens must be so grateful
Because when you smile up there
The sun smiles as well.

Though everything has changed
My hands do miss your grip
Just when I’m about to take a leap
My fingers are longer now I’ve grown
But it never forgets the feeling of yours

Now you bask on a greater love
I wonder if mine do still move you
Or at least make gentle ripples-
Because I wanted you to know, at least
You are always being missed.


Your embrace make it
way past my broken bones
to touch my tired soul
I feel myself being whole.
For the first time in ages
I felt beautiful being vulnerable.

You’ve got the spirit of the sunrise
The drive that keeps me up in the morning
I can’t help but believe in destiny
A fool, I think the uncertainties
Created bridges that led you to me

I keep losing myself as waves
Of missing someone rush in the wee hours
But now I find myself almost
clean, and hopeful again,
Closer to the light I missed.

I stopped running away
when you took my hand.
Invincible from three am ghosts.
Tears no longer need to fall
Finally, warmth from all this cold.

Drift away
Stop returning like waves
that wash away
all the castles I try to build.
Can’t you see how much
I try to forget our memories

Don’t look back
until I finally learn
it’s not worth the wait
’til the hate anchored
to this love lifts.
until the day I’m free

For now, I won’t look
at the stars and wish,
won’t look at sunsets
and get my hopes up
because it’s that easy
to fall for you again.

You’ve become part of solitude
Though I can’t quite determine
Whether you’re my shadow or the silence.
You are what sets apart
Alone from being lonely.

I’ve been looking for that word
To describe how I feel.
You became that kind of rest
I have always craved
That sleep can never satisfy.

Strange it is to know
That my heart have been beating
For the longest time
But I only realized that
When you started touching it
And kept some parts for yourself.


There was something-
I remembered,
Your gaze told me everyday
won’t be like the other.
Your smile used to
drive the doubts away
just when I’m about
to break down.
Once we’re two points
set for the same direction.

Late nights we spent
on your compositions,
Revealed dispositions
and strawberry dreams-
We skipped sleep
I was Wendy to believe
Will my name in your
songs never grow old?
Have you ever delved
back into twenty-twelve?

Do the first three planets
still remind you of me?
And the records
do they still ever
give music its life
the way it did when
we used to sing along,
now that my reveries
are distant memories?

In the corner of my mind
lies a place where,
(though I loathed science)
lives the formula, the variables
equating to momentum-
constant, a thing we
both knew by heart.
Although nobody knows
why it’s something
we still lost.