come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
standing in the middle of a meadow
with grey cloud overhead, green waves flow,
endless gusts of whirlwind dances
as I stare at a far distance
waiting, as the ember in the heart is burning
balancing between betting and believing
hoping, that I’ll see those eyes again,
those eyes like les petits pains en croissant.
2.15.2022
like a small, quiet, and calm ember
that slowly burns, leaving a trace,
memory of her eyes grows steadily larger
like a drumbeat looming with large bass
in silence, I watch this fire grow in my heart
wondering how did it happen?
was it her all-black outfit in cafe so dark?
alighted, I stare into her dark silence
and I wake up to a realization so tangible:
you do not even know who you are;
how’d you know who she truly is?
there are so many burning questions
bubbling onto surface of my consciousness
Humbly, I hope for a chance with her more.
Although I may not get to truly know her,
I’d like to stay with her for as long
as I can, listening to her dreams and her songs
2.14.2022
Ralph with Coffee 