I want to remember this forever.

Tell me about these words
whispered against my skin.
Tell me about those lips
that carried them.

Tell me about these dreams
etched on your temples.
Tell me about those years
washing them away.

Tell me about these lines on your palm.
Tell me so I could remember.

No, I am not Sisyphus
carrying the dream of forever on my back.

I just want you to
tell me about these fingers,
so close and touching mine
so I could forget where I begin
and you end.

We are awake and dreaming

Say, 'Hello, the moon,'
I wonder if it ever felt slighted
Loved in the dark and
only quietly
when the world
is silent and asleep.

'Good morning, the moon,
and look, there's a poet
invoking the secret muse
a mistress
embracing her vernal lover
while the world
is silent and asleep--'

while we are awake
and dreaming of you.

It's like flying with no compass, the air hits my face and

Let me whisper you a secret, you say.

There is no moon tonight and your eyes
are the only lights I see.

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We make do within the boundaries of our limitation, and let’s face it, we are pretty limited. And nothing in this life is free. There’s always a price to pay for everything. The price of fame is freedom. The price of freedom is obscurity. Nobody can be Shakespeare long after their deaths. Most aren’t even Shakespeare during their lifetimes. Some are lucky to be loved by many, but the luckiest is he who is truly loved by one. In his lover’s eyes he is beautiful in his virtues. In his lover’s eyes, he is even more beautiful in his imperfections. In the end, everybody desires this life, this kind of existence.

To be loved completely and unconditionally.

This is what I found from my shattered dream:
an illuminated reality,
an ocean of love
and you.

My feet draw steps wide and sure,
as I walk in straight line towards you.

You smile.

And my steps become lighter, faster, airbound
as I run—--