Where is home ? 
Your eyes are my home..

I looked at you, and the sky crept into me.

Is the weather nice?

Is the sun bright?

The answer to them all is in your face.

The breeze of spring is also..

HUE?

Which hue are you to me?
Are you the foam on a sea wave?
Or the red roses in the sunset’s flame?
Are you the darkness in my room?
Tell me, in which hue do I find you?

A Seaside Affair

you were the first flower I bought
the only bud that has opened that I have withered, breathed
you were equivalent to the peace of the smell of earth
a long journey where I'm hugged, hugged
I kept re-wrapping the facts I had ripped out and sewn back to the beginning
when I found what I had been looking for my whole life, my soul withdrew
you were the regular feelings of my life
you were a seaside affair
I couldn't tell my heart; I just fell silent.

Swanned

I write poetry in your eyes, my eyes are blurred,
Perhaps I’m saying amen to an impossible prayer.
I hide myself in a deep, secret place,
Afraid to lose you, I dare not bring you out.
Feelings I try to keep alive, yet struggle to kill.
Swanned.
Now, I endure for the only thing left inside me:
The thrill of reaching the sea.