Happiness

All of the years
days in thousands

scarcity of words
and the left unsaid
multitude of the ones
that stand for nothing
in the end

how many are the deeds that
truly made significance

mind full of memories stuffed and crammed
tiny little smallest ones
hovering shivering in obscurity
pains in sorrows of the loads
as if poured on you
for all the tons worth

thin with joy
yet giant leaps
dozens of acres sized moments
few a dreamful forgettable ones

the ones
are they happiness

Happiness

All of the years
days in thousands

scarcity of words
and the left unsaid
multitude of the ones
that stand for nothing
in the end

how many are the deeds that
truly made significance

mindfullof memories stuffed and crammed
tiny little smallest ones
hovering shivering in obscurity
pains in sorrows of the loads
as if poured on you
for all the tons worth

thin with joy
yet giant leaps
dozens of acres sized moments
few a dreamful forgettable ones

the ones
are they happiness

Bound By A Shriek

With the first shriek
you fastened
my heart
to belong
as yours

hided it with your
tiny little fingers
into yours

without knowing
instantly forgetting
it there

bound together they
beat in oblivion
out of reach
yet reminded of
each other

from here to the last of breaths
inseparable


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I wrote this to a dear friend when their child was born

A Teardrop

Teardrop

crystal beauty 

on silk of a cheek

along running

to the embrace

of lips

alone indeed

without a father

even mother

tiny miracle

construct of life