a moment in time

a tender kiss 

a kiss that needs no introduction 

a kiss that would ignite my being 

a kiss I waited for, a while ago 

a kiss I abandoned 

a kiss that I dreamt about 

a kiss I buried on a bench in a park

soft at first, exploring 

then growing the pace as if it would hook our spirits into a touch of souls.

uncommitted and full of desire

just a moment or two of tenderness. 

a kiss to remember

unreliable feelings

I feel your thoughts 

mid day and every other early morning

it may seem crazy and strange. 

my imagination 

is running wild into the sun 

running against the undeniable facts

forecast and light

the forecast for year to go 

is harder to explore

not as simple as year to date

usually it is linked with my heart beating a little faster when hearing your voice 

other peaks on every 7th of the month 

as 7 now is a number that got inside my walls.

it is linked with wonders and questions 

and damaged impressions

the forecast for year to go is unimaginable 

although

my soul still donates to the sun 

a trembling powerful light of different colors 

no expectations whatsoever for year to go

only a trembling beautiful unapologetic light that I can not control yet

as much as I have tried. 

yellow flowers

my space is full of yellow flowers 

of red roses and spices

of little hands and huge hearts 

of boys just learning to be boys 

my space is full of little paws 

of pink hair and nude nails 

of white memory stones and books and paintings

and bags bought to be kept in feelings of youth inside its layers. 

if

If I am too tired to fall asleep, 

If I would have called you again in the evening, just to hear your thoughts. 

If I know I already may miss you for the days that passed and the days to come.

dots and fireflies

lack of alignment to my rationale 

lack of allignment to already 

connected dots.

dots that lead nowhere. 

dots that follow no path.

dots that have a way of building a bridge in between. 

but dots that are best seen in the dark.

surrounded by fireflies. 

the snow that passed

leave it

in the snow 

leave it where it hurts the most

at the 7th minute 

that never fully passed 

but never really was meant 

to be lived.