one star will do me just fine.
out here alone where I stand
with darkness in and out
i need a little light to be mine.
cast spotlight.
make me shine.
yeah…
one star is just fine
for a little light.

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i speak to the air
whisper
call to it
come to me
into me
give me lightness
such lightness
such ease
make me
as light
as air
adrift
wandering
now here
now
gone
a whisper of air

Some nights there is more in me than darkness in the night’s sky.

a summer love
smells so fresh
like the bursting
of green leaves
from colorful buds.
a clean, crisp scent
it just comes.
In a instant
it’s here.
tingling, refreshing,
youth everlasting

it’s pouring out. no one seems to enjoy it in particular.

i think it’s fantastic!

“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.”

- Hafez

“Having felt it with her own body, she knew a look could start a fire. Even to set the sun itself ablaze….Those huge stars have lasted for millions of years by taking care never to absorb any of the fiery rays lovers all over the world send up at them night after night. To avoid that, the star generates so much heat inside itself that it shatters the rays into a thousand pieces. Any look it receives is immediately repulsed, reflected back onto the earth, like a trick done with mirrors.“

- Laura Esquirel, “Like Water for Chocolate“, p.60

the night sighs past my curtains.
a fluttering breath.
the rain makes love to gentle darkness.
sighs are all that are left.

Let life be filled with holy madness to the last breath.
- Naguib Mahfouz, Heart of the Night

i like the way you write. wish i could kiss the words rolling from your mind. thoughts that peek into each other. they scatter. come forth as delight and terror. wish i could pick them up one by one. hold them close. write them in me. your words open windows to your thoughts. i read them. and now your thoughts are in me.