Pipe Dream

The first time
Was just around this corner.
Yes, right here.
Beneath these clouds, a faceless presence.

Your shadow swept upon me
As you walked past, oblivious.
Bathed me in sensations.
And then you were gone before it even started.

In that single instant,
All light was darkness,
In all manner of meaning and being.
Nothing but flesh, blood, and touch.

An obscure journey through fleeting infinity.
Wilderness, dew, moist grass. You.
The smoke diffuses into your absence. Afterwards,
I wept.

Courage

This way or that,
One way or another,
Inside or out, however possible.
It is having no choice but that.

Whatever form, whichever door,
To not think of breakfast tomorrow.
Only of now and here; the impetuous instinct.
Ah deluded ego, shed your futile self-pride.

To lose oneself in someone like a cigarette into hopeless ash.
Irreversible,
Like the permanence of ink blots
On the pages of an unjaded soul.

Chances of getting hurt,
Of getting battered in the storm, notwithstanding.
Picking up lost traces of crushed confidence,
And starting all over again with a trusting smile.

Friend

Like the words of a long forgotten song,
Like the first whiff of the brown pages of an ancient book.
Like the entrancing glow of the candle flicker,
Like the warmth of a tender hug on a cold night.

It doesn't ever matter than you have no clue.
It doesn't matter than you'll never know.
You sat by my side, and together we laughed all my gloom away.
On more than one such lonely evening.

Stories usually have a beginning, a bordered plot.
But you just happened to me, boundless, unquestioning, limitless.
I may not have the luxury of an opportune time to tell you this.
Our story has grown such beautiful wings, my friend.

Each day, we make new memories, and I set them carefully aside.
Each time, in fear of an abrupt ending. Could today be the last?
But even if it is, I cannot hurt for too long, no I cannot.
Because you said that in the end, it'd all be alright.