Darling eyes

I wouldn't be able to tell
what is exactly 
the colour of your eyes.
I only remember 
the silver light in them,
with your sweet smile
illuminating your face,
when you looked at mine.
I miss you, Darling,
and I miss that silver light.

Shower

Your fresh smiles

Like drops of dew  

falling on my skin

rays in your eyes 

warming my heart

making my pulse rise           

to the occasion

of the unbearable pleasure

of basking in the rain                                 

of your happiness

showering down

on me

The Things That Don't Matter

Elated state of being

Our feelings deeply hidden

On the bottom of our eyes

My only Home in your embrace

Your Holy Grail in mine

Why should hearts ever matter?

They do not matter much.

                                                                                    

The petal of my life held

On the palm of your hand

Time standing still by our side

Patiently and understandingly

Waiting for us to start the race

After the false start happened twice

But time does not matter much

                                                                                                    

Elated state of being

Of merge and intertwine

Knowing your heart by heart

Arrays of possibilities

Of the deepest and the sweetest

Humanly possible touch

But it doesn’t matter much

Your promises and your tears,

Our plans, and future dreams

My bottomless sorrow

And your heavy heart

Over our secret shrine

Why should dreams ever matter?

They do not matter much.

                                                                                         

What matters is forgetting

Forgetting all that matters, and then

Forgetting that we’ve forgotten, again.

What matters is pretending

Pretending that we’ve forgotten, twice

Elated state of being,

Unnamed love