Shooting star

the sweet warmth hit my face point blank
stunned, I uttered few words of confusion
then softness disappeared around the corner
left me wondering ‘has all this been a dream?’

but the eyes, the smiles, the ears, and hairs
I remember them vividly; as if I could touch
had I been back into the past, that moment,
I’ll hold your hand and tell you: ‘I see you’

and would just stare into those eyes
those eyes deep with warmth and clarity
I may have rather a chilly side to my heart
but I’ll keep working it to bring you warmth

2.18.2022

Waiting

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

Sunshine

sometimes, when I get nervous,
I open my window, and let the sunshine through,
filling the room with golden light,
the kind of boulangère warmth that
keep a soul alight
and when I get a chance,

yes, if I do please get the chance,
I would like to share this warmth with another soul
hoping to alight this world a little brighter, softer, cozier.

2.11.2022