My mind kept asking,
“When will the world be at peace?”,
And, my soul replied.
“The morning after the night,
She and you come together,
Your world will be,
At peace”.

– akylus


If he turns each teardrop
from your eyes
Into poetry,
If you can find comfort,
Nestled against his side,
In the silence past midnight –
Then my dear,
Go with him
It isn’t my happiness,
That’s important to me,
But your’s.


You are soft, bewitching and
And I love you.
But then, you are also
harsh, fierce and spine-tingling,
And that’s what I think,
Is Adventure.

#651 – Intoxication;

To the rhythms,
Of gentle flapping,
I soar into the universe,
And then, slowly, very slowly,
Heaven becomes,
Pure intoxication.