in the open sky

Quiet whispers in the dark

even when there's not a stir

from anyone, anywhere...

the seclusion of an open park.

Pray tell me why my heart speaks

of passion and comfort when all

I feel is the remorse of times

spent so far... far apart.

There are not enough waking hours

to adequately appreciate the gestures,

the emotions, the very aesthetics of
being connected beyond comprehension.
Time is as much a friend
as it is an enemy; we just
have to keep them always
by our side to understand, to live.
Intoxicated, overwhelmed, yet grounded;
for this exploration is going to take
more than a while, the beginning of

a journey... to making my heart smile.