The Afterglow

 

sun's rays peek in,

window blinds are drawn

outside, little birds sing

a sweet, melodious song

 

on the couch, sit still

or on the floor, tussle and turn

an empty room, "let's paint it red!"

like a love that burns

~my entry to Magpie Tales

photo from here c/o Tess Kincaid

P.S. Happy 15^th monthsary, C! I Love You!

 

A Box of Keepsakes

It is a delight

of his heart, that thumps

to the rhythm of love

like the beating of drums,

to reminisce on how

tempests were conquered,

with a love that grows

and patience he has mustered.

Through time he has collected

a kiss from an angel above,

a picture of bliss,

a doodle of love,

a cute party hat,

a group of friends,

passes to free rides,

tickets to youth trends.

  

These memories, they linger

and put a smile on his face;

he chose to keep them stored away

inside a box of keepsakes.

~my entry to Magpie Tales

photo credit: Jean François de Le Motte c/o Tess Kincaid

Mirrored

You held me from the waist

My head, on your shoulder lies

My hands held your face

You looked me through the eyes

I see myself

A few hair strands turning white

Weary, puffy eyes

Yet wearing a smile that’s bright

Then I look at you

With a cute button nose,

Your porcelain skin,

And a youthful face that glows

We, both, looked in mirror

And saw a reflection of you and me

We look elated, in love

This is how it’s supposed be

~my entry to Magpie Tales

*photo by Duane Michals c/o Tess Kincaid

Fix You

Upon seeing the prompt, Coldplay’s song was the first thing that came to mind. Eugenie, this one’s for you:

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Fix You

Coldplay

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

 *photo credit

 

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I...

Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I...
 

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

I Miss You, Too

Is it just me?

Or was it really you that I saw?

I saw your face in the crowd.

I know that face that stood out from a sea of people at the train station. Then, it dawned on me.

The roads I tread everyday aren’t the same as yours.

But I followed you until I’m about a couple of feet near you; so I could catch a glimpse of your face.

He wasn’t you.

Was that your perfume?

The one that smells of tea leaves?

I can smell you from somewhere.

There was a tingling sensation on my nostrils because of a familiar fragrance that wafted in the air.

I breathed in.

I followed where the fragrance was coming from, and it led me to someone else. Not you.

Was that your voice?

I thought I heard you calling my name.

I searched for you.

You weren’t around; it wasn’t you.

I called you instead.

“Hello?”

I smiled.

That is why I try to call, every now and then, to check out on you.

Your laughter, your inquisitive pitch, your engaging tone; they’re enough to get me through the day.

Am I dreaming?

There's a mirage of you in the heat of summer's day

 The sun is bright, scorching; my throat is parched.

I guess I'm half awake.

There were times that at night, after saying our good nights, I’d leave a space on my bed for you.

I wish you were beside me.

I’d put a pillow there, in your absence.

I hunger for your touch.

I’d close my eyes as my hands mimic yours; how you slowly caress parts of me.

My fingers would trace parts of me where you planted your kisses.

I yearn for the feel of your body against mine.

So you asked, “do you ever really miss me?”

I do.

I miss you.

I long for you.

*my entry to Magpie Tales

*photo credit

Urania

Your heart, it beats

like most of them does

and it resounds his name

creating such a fuss

His heart, it beats

the same way as yours

as your love for each other grows

while sailing at sea, and rowing with oars

Then strong winds came blowing

and huge waves took form,

you thought you both survived

the fiercest of the storms

 

Sweet, wonderful memories

of a love that once was quaint,

are the things you choose to keep

as the thudding, the rhythm fades

You’ve given it your all

till you have nothing more to give

and your heart loses color, wilts

so that his’ may live.

~to you, one of my Muses

 

*my entry to Magpie Tales

*photo credit