depth and substance.
the two most exquisite qualities.
be it in a poem
or a person.

it is to be savored like a
seabreeze-whispered

dream...in the mysterious
blue minutes
before dawn

like a secret
infatuation.... like slow
languorous sips

of green tea... like a lingering
glimpse

a self-wrapped
paradise

like his name
upon my lips.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

poets. have
the toughest job
in the universe-

of turning silence
into eloquence.

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.