forget me

you won't forget me

one day when a certain girl

who looks a certain way

saunters by and catches your eye

i hope you'll remember

there was a strange eyed girl

who loved you so

the one you cast away

who will never erase

your memory

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.
~walt whitman

shatter

thankful

"i am grateful, violins, for this day of four chords. Pure is the sound of the sky, the blue voice of air." ~pablo neruda

at a glance

rim

"it was my duty to understand everybody, becoming delirious,
weak, unyielding, compromised, heroic, vile,
loving until i wept, and sometimes an ingrate,
a saviour entangled in his own chains,
all dressed in black, toasting to joy."
pablo neruda

mermaid

the little girl dreams of taking the veil

effervescent

mermaid jewel

dar ahlam

hibiscus skin

distractions

violet

violet shadows

before the breaking of dawn

half dreamed sensations

yes

love with no control

hazy lines blurred between us

there is no escape

gloaming

saturday solitude

the mothership

antoine de saint-exupery

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

sweet spontaneous

rumi

“In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems.You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you.”

rumi

jewelry display

bad kitty

the rain

my ever changing moods

moonshine

lostinyou

jenny holzer

trois

andrew wyeth

One's art goes as far and as deep as one's love goes. Andrew Wyeth

marichiko

I waited all night. By midnight I was on fire. In the dawn, hoping To find a dream of you, I laid my weary head On my folded arms, But the songs of the waking Birds tormented me.
~marichiko

sunday morning

let me lay with you

softly as the sun rises

i shine before you

my heart is a precarious bird

yes to everything

covet

my skin fresh with dreams

alone at the break of dawn


this longing for you

sonnet 17 - pablo neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way
in which there is no I or you so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close
Pablo Neruda

waking dream

the last magnolia

robert browning

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet! Robert Browning

currently reading

journal

be here now

i feel your sweet voice

seeing me and feeding me

faraway jeweled eyes

hummingbird flicker

exquisitely electric

craving your nectar

the precipice

dark birds

burning haiku

this is the way

“Electric flesh-arrows... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. " ~anais nin

haiku in the trees

belle de nuit

ACHE

let me look at you - my ache feeds your desire - my love raining down