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?

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.

Livewire

My fingers uncurl
To wrap around yours,
The way the seedling
Stretches to reach
For the morning sun-
Born in the night
That has been too long.

Lost I was after
I left a trail
little by little,
pieces of myself in
every place I went.
I knew the moment
I felt your touch,
The veins in my system
Remembered life again.

When the heart is tired,
The only thing I need,
Your sweet words in my ear
Planted through
A soft tickle that carried
Your breath’s warmth
In a whisper of
All things I ever
Needed to hear.

The whirlwinds
You create in my heart,
Chase away the calm
That is left in me.
But fills my chest
with electricity.
For the longest time
My life craved peace
But if this is love,
Maybe this is
More than enough.

A Minute’s  Notice (Collab by Matt and Mav)

It has been a while since
I’ve last met my dreams
at a breath’s reach – –
and I felt the kind of warmth
I thought I had lost
between the days gone cold
along the routines
of jumping over
weathered fences

and as I close my eyes
I bid farewell to reality
for a while, at least
to visit the world I missed
remembering the reasons
for my soul’s existence
lifting all the limitations
the laws, the doubts
to fly free

far away from tired bones
and frail fingertips,
from heavy words tied
around my feet when
the road tells everyone
to run like crazy
to run as if tomorrow
would catch on to yesterday.

waves of courage
hit me harder than most
of my earthly adversities,
I feel like being a child again.
fearless and carefree
without a trace of skepticism
I realized I have put
more life in the lines
of my first drawing

when my heart animated
itself to the rhythm
of another’s.
Tell me how nightmares
play a part to a grander
scheme – and if my heavy
eyes catches sleep
once more,
will I wake up, refreshed
or will I stay grounded
to face the world again
bare foot and unarmed?