Saturday, September 24, 2011

I found you

I breathe you.


When I first saw you,
I thought it would be the last time
I would meet you. 

When I first saw you, 
I thought it was all just a dream; 
I dreamt of you so many nights. 

When I first saw you, 
I never thought I could be with you. 
I had waited for you. 

When I first saw you, 
I was lifeless. 
Now, I continue to live. 

My life support system is—you.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Sweet


"Hands,
touching hands,
reaching out..
Touching me, 
touching you.."

It's a song
I put inside my pocket.
But it's raining--
I hope it won't get wet.

If it gets wet,
I might forget the lyrics,
but not the music.

You are the music for my soul.