Each dawn without her
stretches like an unread page —
the words wait for her.
Distance holds the key
to what these weeks have borrowed —
I go to reclaim.
Soon the city lights
will matter less than her eyes —
distance folds to touch.
#912 On The Road Chosen
The road I chose — where
did it quietly become
someone else’s life?
#910 On A Day Well Lived
Steps counted, dinner
cooked — the body kept its vows,
the evening held still.
What seemed a cliff-face
dissolves into gentle slope,
mist lifts without wind.
Alhamdulillah —
not thunder, just a soft breath,
enough. More than enough.
#907 On Weariness
Life rushes past me —
I stand still, learning to love,
tired, yet not yet lost.
#901 On The Tears that Fall
Tears fall, unashamed —
proof the heart still knows to grieve,
proof it yet lives on.
#889 On Alysa Liu
With insistent joy
You carved your history on ice,
Inimitable.
#885 On Every Book
Every book you read
is a magical portal
to a different Life.
#883 On the Warm Embrace of a Sunday Morning
Blue sky at morning
Greets you with a warm embrace,
Saying "Hello, love".
#881 On Writing with Pencil on Paper
Black lead mars the page
Bold lines sketched across paper
Fingers lead a dance.
#880 On Clouds at Night
Clouds curtain the sky
Draping the night with white gauze
The stars hide their light.