To die
One must be alive
So where am I?
To cry
One must feel loss
No one to miss, empty tears dry
To fly
One must have wings
If only broken I could tumble and be gone
To lie
One must smile to the outside
While stumbling in darkness, wonder why?
To scrape by
One has fold up the heart
Knowing there is no second start
To be the butterfly
I must possess wings of beauty
Before being crushed by heavy winds
To justify
One must choose the rope or the knife
Before hanging on last goodbyes
To note
One must hold the pen with ink
Leaking words with last of drink
and she said
do not broke me
if you are not able
to fix me back
otherwise
you’ll end up with
a broken toy
The light limps homeward
I have sundry thoughts of you
You would miss this too
The swallows calling
From the thatched roof of childhood
No moon rise tonight
Clouds are curtains here
Nor moon, nor joy can cross them
Owls mourn far away
I know you trembled
Not when sea-bound the willow wept
No diamond rot
Beautiful and bright
Are words defining coldness too
Or color of snow
My hostage thought yearns
For pillowed breast and good rest
The frail dream of you
To
say
thank you,
just four words
difficult to say-
but an imperative to pray.