come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
It’s been awhile since I glimpsed into your eyes.
Like the autumn sky, they were deep and dark,
As I stand in the middle of the earth,
I wondered what our moment meant.
A number of universes came and went
like the white tile on a Rubik’s cube.
I embraced my brown faux-leather jacket tightly
and continued to walk down the road.
10.27.2025
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
media is my Achilles’s Hill
movies, series of television shows,
I seek them like moths drown to light that kills
but you feel alive when you watch it, you know
as time pass by, as your mind gets high
it gets muddied with maggots and flies
unable to discern truth from lies
it’s time to cleanse your eyes and rise
time’s too limited to be content with mirage
painful though it maybe, it’s time to be wise
1.9.2022
a cosmos dwells in your eyes,
an infinite possibilities of dreams,
a window to a clear Antarctic sky
staring at deeply hidden hymns.
like Venus on a winter sky at dawn,
like pious fireflies in forest at dusk,
the light that lies in your eyes
enamores my silence by surprise
10.11.2021
10.11.2021
it’s that something in her eyes
dark crystals washed with fjor,
something that cannot be muddied with words
only truth shall pass through those gates
I stared deeper into my own,
wondering if there is more than what I can make out of things. Something, that moves faster than I can detect, is read by her eyes. Hoping there’s a happy beginning from the days of testament, I take another step.
9.19.2021
Yes, those words flow sweetly,
Yes, there are smiles and laughters
Yes, these are happy nice timings
But something about those smiling lips
Something behind those gleeful eyes,
Something behind the splitting moments of pauses,
I glimpse at the real you — sitting in the dark corner, silently fishing for something
Silence — could be the antidote at times.
9.17.2021
Ralph with Coffee 