Like a leaf tossed around in the autumn wind,
Bruised but beautiful.
Life brings forth its frightful storms, but quietly-
Teaches us resilience.

Molten lava
Melting chocolate
Limpid pools
Your eyes
Reflected
In still water.

Certain thoughts of you are python-like, crushing my bones in circular hungry strength; grooming me for consumption. Certain thoughts of you are like gentle swirls of silken feathers against the skin of my being, breathing life into my nothingness.

You linger.
How I wish you didn't.
But there you are
In someone else's
Aftershave.
In the cinnamon
In my coffee.
In the kind words
Of a close friend.
In a half remembered
Song.
In a dream
In a shadow
In a cloud
You linger.

You face is
sometimes a mask-
unrevealing and still.
Sometimes it's like the sun-
glowing and life-supporting.
Sometimes it's a mirror-
reflecting my hopes and dreams.
Sometimes it's a window-
with vision and clarity.
Sometimes it's just plain-
stunning and I have to
remember to breathe
when I look at you.

I finally found peace- between the soft young petals of a rose bud, between the two gently rising waves of the sea, between two fresh unwritten A4 sheets, between the storms of yesterday and the calm of tomorrow, between two grains of rice stuck together in solidarity.. And most of all I found peace betwixt the inner recesses of my heart where you triumphed and forfeited.

The kindness of strangers, the meanness of lovers. The wisdom of children, the folly of adults. The strength of silence, the emptiness of words. The love of hatred and the hatred of love. All these contradictions make me wonder- is the beauty of life its unpredictabilty or is life, in its beauty, unpredictable?