january, come undone

january has come
undone,
just this moment
when we saw
a big moon, swinging
by my front door
soft like cotton candy
and as hard as a tough heart
it never gasped in surprise
when we touched
its crescent, ever so gently
but its gentle quiver
woke him up, just in time
to quickly swing by up in sky
to his usual place among the stars.

a moment of happiness
it really was
when january, came undone

if there's goddess...

when i am feeling lonely
when all my leaves have
turned yellow and died...

when my heart beats in pain
and all my tears have
melted and dried...

when my ears tingle with fear
and the hair on my nape
bristle with trite...

when my stomach hurls inwards
with heartache, heartburn
no matter what medicine i tried...

when my finger tremble, hands shake
joints rattle, bones crackle
and my bone marrow has dried...

when my children leave me exasperated
with their whines, pleas,
and incessant wails and cries...

when my eyes brim with unshed tears
scorching me with intense heat
from nightmares and futures untried...

it's you, only you, i can turn to

you are the one,
my only one in this whole wide world
who loves me
with conditions or not
with expectations or not
with lamentations or not
with indentations or not
with experimentations or not
with fruitions or not

...and love for me
is in your presence...
and beseeching...

if there's a goddess looking out for me
if there's a guardian angel holding my hand
it's you...

butterfly

the butterfly with golden wings
and a bright white glow of fortune
spun a yard of silver silk
and got ready to spawn
all over the satin wood of moss.

sleep

its 3 in the morning
and i can't sleep
i may not be laughing
nor have any reason to weep

lying on my back
i stare the horizon
of my dark room

blank stares from
black spotty monsters
fail to scare me anymore

and i tell them
it's 3 am, now go to sleep...

a furry little head
bumps on my chest
but i am not startled

nifty, tiny hands scratch
arms, face and neck
but i am not falling

'cause they're really
the reason for my life
...and my lack of sleep.

cravings

i can't see the moon
hiding behind thick puffs of clouds
the mystery deepens with every
spiral of smoke
from my cigar
it was here, right where you are,
just a few minutes ago, i say
and now it is gone
even though the
aura of its presence
can still be seen
through its bright silhouette

why do some
crave moonlight, moon,
stars, nights and cool breezes
so much more than others?

why do some
are ready to die
just to stand on tip toes
high up in mountains while clouds
drift past their feet?
while many drift on
sandy shores just to hear that
overbearing sound of waves
frantically lapping their fiery
insatiable tongues
to lick the souls of beach bums...

your solitude

what do you think
if you do
in the quiet moments
at dawn
of ablutions

my star...

...is there
somewhere
behind the clouds
behind the siluettes