Here's a Miracle

To look down all paths,
Still winding and unwinding, be
Tempting behind-
Some dancing with others, to become
A tango of what could be, should exist
Some other phenomenal fate.

Still, time locks every particle
Blessed,
In the cold arms of Gravity-
Muse, yet unrevealed
Her binding spell- the last thing
To fall from days gone by.

Lost, Yet Found

Sweet mortal of her finest age,
Formed of finest shape-
A harmony, a goddess boasts
Beneath the veil and cape.

Fairest yet of face and flesh
Does grace on simple tongue,
Entangles unread passions,
(the wisest men are young).

Hands and hands, be handy,
They scarcely gift of price.
Like sand to pearl, come beauty sheen,
No finish would suffice.

Starboy

One day, he'll take me
Through the simpler veils of open night
To gaze upon his starry sky.

There, his world sits still-
He tucked his firmest mark there,
Hid his gentlest smile.

No stepping stones, introductions
Prompt well in that place,
No words could stay.
We will just be.
Up there, he'll be;
Only he will take me.

Orpheus

Emboldened in cold reflection,
The mind takes its wings,
Lent from the altar of dreams.
Mine, mine, it says
And I am to win.
There is no other.

That dream, I built-mine,
The people left behind, mine,
The forbidden luck emptied, mine,
The time, which kneels for me to plead.

The fake sun crumples, emptied
Of the pride it kept from us.
It becomes real, for once-
A place of sworn, forgotten foothold.

Weave

Rising, falling peaks

Tugged with time become matted

Valleys of slow suns.

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Time

Time flies on the back
Of a bird who sings too well,
Its mind on its wings
As it tries to fly on feathers alone.

Long ago, it was shown the way
To race the sunset, the sunrise
By drinking trickling splashes
As the sun spilled its ripest wares.

Thus, it tasted the end of the sky,
The pinched beginning
When it flew the other way.
But why go to and fro
If they tasted just the same?

In Love

We made our reservations
On the corner of the street.
Where there's an intersection,
Two souls should seldom meet.

But we did, did we not?
Between the glassy sunsets,
The shining cloudy days.
Between the past and future,
The moon that always stays,
Where we followed signs.
Not for us, walking.
Shadows we didn't see,
Locking eyes for a second,
Afraid of what should be.

And the world sighed in relief,
Kept walking, rustling all the ways
The sun tried to shine.
For a moment, though,
Our shadows lay unbroken
And your destination was mine.