Waiting for a home

It is dark here. And I can take so many roads.
Is it dark there ? Are there many roads before you ?
Then,
lets hold hands. And walk.
Through all those seasons, the full moons, so many
circles of flowering months, so many
births and deaths.
Somewhere on the way, did we part.
And for so long, kept on walking.
Then, once,
when the night set and all the cycles
went to sleep, i looked out
for those reflections, memories, and how far away we are.
yet, in my hand, i felt your soft fingers
still waiting for its home. 

Between you and me

Is it just you and me
in this long voyage across the oceans.
Who else is there ? Can you see them ?
Where were they in our lives ?
The love that lives between us, is also
their lives.
This love between us is about
all of us.

Caging a singing bird

Today I opened my heart
to hear my own song.
She lives in there and
sings.
I close it after, so
she does not fly away.
The nest is dry and the thoughts hungry.
Still, she sings when i open my heart.
Whose heart is this ? Whose song ?

Naked and Real

In me there is a boy and a girl
they tell me what to do
when i meet a man or a woman
They are naked and so
they know the truth.
How well dressed you are,
how well you smile,
How do I know who you are -
man or woman,
until you come naked.