You're The Universe

If you don't feel the wind when it hugs your hair,

it's maybe cause they flow the same,

if you don't hear what the forest has to share,

it's cause you're familiar with the waves,

like a symphony of peace, a melody of love.

When you'll notice the ebbs and flows of life

remind you of the beats in your heart,

and all the ups and downs of time,

it's cause you need the dark, in order to see light.

The beautiful dawn is inspiring, they've said,

when your excitement can't wait to get out of bed,

and go watch the stoic bees as they collect,

the essence of life, the purpose they've met.

That's how you will know your true worth,

with the trees and the stars you will converse,

and your simple joyful days you'll unearth.

You are the masterpiece; you are the love!

You're the Universe!

Skies

There's something magical about planes,

flying through the blue, like my mind over to you.

They help bring us closer; similarly my thoughts do that too.

It's been some time since I saw your face,

or touched your hands, or embraced that soothing energy you always radiate,

I miss that kind smile, but there's no haste,

to joy and love, that's what you always say.

There's ways to connect through the skies,

be it with a rushing plane, or looking at the moon,

from distance sharing the same gray silhouette,

but beautifully meeting our eyes,

like that last time, oh I can't forget,

that glowing charm, that stare so sweet,

as we said goodbye on 7th street,

no words were said, that I might regret,

but the moment begged for silence,

as it was forging a future encounter,

and here I am, among clouds soaring,

while my spirit even higher,

as the plane forward continues,

so does our journey.

I am a Mug

You think of me a simple joy in your life,

but it's probably cause of the coffee I hold,

while it's close to the nose is when you find,

that aroma is a pure pleasure and more.

I like your touch, every day it feels so pristine,

like when birds hug flowers in the spring,

exchanging heat is our daily routine,

and all I can do is be still.

Mornings I like, cause I adore your embrace,

while you pour your favorite drink or take a sip,

it's an easy choice, the latter is my favorite place,

it's a win-win, a fiery encounter exchanging a gift.

I can guess your mood by what you're having,

if it's water maybe you had a drink or two last night,

or perhaps you're wanting a great start to the day,

coffee is always on the menu,

tea is the meditation drink,

the ones that makes you think,

and I always think of you.