Sitting Alone

Sometimes I sit alone

and listen to the wind.

The wind has no echo,

it keeps my secret safe.

Sometimes I sit alone

with shade under a tree,

its roots are always loyal,

the trees will never leave.

Sometimes I sit alone

near an ocean's lake.

a body like my body

yet to make it to its place.

Sometimes I sit alone,

inside a crowded room,

hoping that one day

I will find you.

Dreaming Of A Wish

Dreaming of a wish...

Languages

"Languages"

When words are trapped inside 

begging to be free,

your body is the language that I speak.

When tears do more than cry,

when smiles show more than glee,

your body is the language that I speak.

When shivers down your spine

await for ecstasy,

your body is the language that I speak

When we not need a word

and both our hearts are synced,

love will be the language that we speak.

The languages we speak...

Listen In The Silence

Listen in the silence to the truth of all your thoughts.

I Wish

I wish

that I could cry for you,

I wish

I was always near,

I wish

I could take your pain away;

I wish

this for you, my dear.