Thursday, May 12, 2016

Only heard in my mind

Only heard in my mind. . . 

Inside, it was a noisy puff of trains, the steady row of planes
taking off for places without names. . . 
cargo holds full of ideas, but seats empty, soulless
From here, I write you my adoration, my uncommon love, 

I will not "heart skips a beat" you. . .
that irregularity requires paddles and electrocution,
I hold you in my heart, broader and gentler than arrhythmia
Scooped up my moments with you, like krill to a great whale
hungry from my journey to you

I cannot "give you the moon and the stars". . .
such amassing of extrasolar bodies would collapse our little world,
though from the tiny horizon of my self, I seek by any means
every starbursted chrysanthemum, delicate crescent of moon cake
putting little wonders in your palm. . . on your lips

Optimist though I am at your side, I cannot "love conquers all". . . 
for there is so very much all in this world. . and I am small
together we are far greater, but we are not the equal to the all
though we can sustain each other with adoration and care,
and face it all together with greater grace

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Gilded Leaves

Our love began as a shiny round acorn
Cautiously planted with fun and adventures
The tiny shoot of our story unfolding, edging to the sky
As we explored the secrets of Boston in the autumn chill

The first tiny leaves unfurled, as we kissed. . .
Love's tiny green, razor edged flags,
waving giddily in the warm cotton-candy wind.

What a strange tree, you might say
This love tumbles quickly into the sky,
Deep roots, tapping the song in our every step,
drinking happily of ocean and earth

Our New Orleans oak, boughs and fans across grass and into cloud,
Love's barkish trunk, of rainbow memory and wonders merry
Worry not my love, that branches spread both thin and broad
For with this love, we have the strength to hold the sky
As tiny birds make songs to gild our leaves.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Orchestra of Unspoken Terms

Every night when we lay down on our bed
It's solid mahogany spine bearing us up,
like two sleepy birds atop a rhino's back
Our bodies anchor in the deep blue of night
But our spirits flow away beneath the spinning stars
We might dance for a little while on the ripples of night
Cut a treble cleff across the evening sky
But our journeys part, with the clouds
Into the arms of dream, sweet or heavy
You are given great sweeping wings,
Other worlds, familiar faces and crooked walls,
Set in the origami of days before, 
An orchestra of unspoken terms.
And then morning light pulls you back,
A snap of body and soul, like a kettle boiled
And it is here where I greet you my love,
A kiss upon your head, nose to nose,

Sunday, January 17, 2016


Did you sleep well? 
Did you see any dreams?
May I kiss your eyes and the tip of your nose?
Can I curl up to you like chocolate melting onto a tongue?
Could I carry your bag?
Should I take you away?
Shall we climb or swim today?
Are the clouds tickling your nose as they're tickling mine?
Where shall we fall on our backs and make snow angels?
Let's try this crazy restaurant in a tree
on an elephant's back
balanced by a string
tied to a light bulb :D

the possibilities belong to us,
just as we belong to each other
All works Copyright 2013 Shou Yu Qun!