lessons from home

moving away from you
while I'm high
on emotion and sunshine
reminds me of the lessons from home:
the adventure is now,
the destination is here,
play when you stay
where you are,
but move along
you must.

halas, too soon

I try and sear the silhouettes
in my mind,
the way that they are cut-out shades
of grey, layored paper mountains
underline the sky,
I never want to forget them.

I take an inventory of
my senses
in this moment,
of you lying there in the morning glow
we kiss without knowing
that was it,
halas,
too soon.

all we had to be 
was nice for one more day...
and I wish I hadn't said those things,
I am sorry.

"Capture this Moment for Us"

capture this moment
this dream alive
this heaven we live for
this now we wait for
in the living
before we part.

see you

when you fall in love
all over the world,
you are blessed
with the trouble 
of many "see you 
sometime,
maybe never"s

but grateful you will be
forever, wherever,
when you fall in love 
all over the world.

"'Another one,' she said."

let me paint a picture
while you paint.

I'll write the bright of the carrots that I drink,
and the wisdom of the thoughts that we think,
or so we think they are.
I'll remember the buzz of the smoke that
you blow in my face,
while I take a picture
and you take a picture,
for us to remember.

let me paint a picture
while you paint.

we're in the state of flow,
so no talking
in between the talking,
the recognizing of sacred
of the space we share tonight.

let me paint a picture
while you paint.

your tea not exactly what you thought,
like our lives unfolding
in the ways we dreamed,
in ways we never dreamed
would come true.

the hanging pots amoung tangles of vines,
the honks of horns a melody
with the music in the background
singing in languages unknown, in melodies sweet,
ringing and clanging with the laughing
of strangers in 
a strange land we sit, familiar
in one another's company
like family,
even though technically
we're not.

let me paint you a picture 
while you paint.
it's one of heaven on earth,
it's a picture we paint of us.

hati boussa

"hati boussa"
you said
and placed
a kiss on each cheek
soft with a smile and a sound
that made me purr and giggle.
you passed them freely
to us all
we kissed each other
like family, like friends, like lovers
do.

"hati boussa"
my skin said
open pores
needy and greedy for all the 
sun could warm and all the sea could offer
happy thoughts and sappy feels
they pass them freely
to us all
kisses from sun and sea
on family, on friends, on lovers
too.

"Dahab, hati boussa."

by the sea

i don't want to leave the sea
she thought (almost) guiltily
as if it's not okay
to want to be happy 
and free
by the sea.

salt

i suppose 
if i'm going to leave you
i'd rather be sad
to miss you
than glad
to be rid of you...
the tears fall 
either way, but now
at least they flow
past a smile, 
salty like the 
taste you left 
on my lips,
with the sea.