Snow on the Sahara

And when I woke up, you weren’t there anymore. Time has taken its course. You have left, even my dreams. Yet I sit here, still waiting, watching the sun rise and fall for what must be an eternity. Until the snow falls.

But then again, you may very well be just like the snow. It falls. It covers everything. It can cause so much joy. It can bring such violence. It can make nights warmer for those in love. And it can also kill those who are bare in the cold of the night.

But snow never falls here. Not here. The snow will never fall on the Sahara.

Beauty of such magnitude can never fall for this retched desperate grain.

Yet even so, I can still feel the biting cold. Even as I am wrapped in the warmth of the world around me, I still feel the chill running through my heart.

When I Trust in Your Love

When I trust in your love, I commit to the ultimate. Draw me to work my way towards you. Fill me with the courage that you provide, the strength that only you can give. Lead me on through the darkness of this night and all the nights to come until the day we find each other, fulfill your love, and finally be whole.

Move me

There’s something in your eyes that moves me beyond myself and makes me act not according to my will. You move me to love you the way that I always should have and the way I always will—full, unceasing, the only thing I’ll hold on to in my life.

Only Hope

Although you don’t know it
You make my days brighter
You give me the courage to tread on
You make it possible for my crooked heart to believe in love, defy rationality, and overcome the odds
You teach me to hope.
And I thank you all my days for your grace and inspiration.

In the stillness of the night

And so we meet again
It’s been a while
And though I don’t deserve to be here
The night has brought me back to this place
It’s brought me back to you

I have been living in a world of darkness
A world void of your light
And amidst the chaos of what I understand as life
I feel naked and incomplete

I can barely move
I have drowned out all my courage
I have caught myself chasing the wind
And have fallen in solitude

I am tired
And my heart is empty

I want to feel the warmth again
But am too shamed to admit it
Feeling too small to be inspired
But I believe
At the core of my soul I believe
That I still seek the one true light

Not these passing delights
Not my foolish realities
Not this

Take me back
Let me feel
Let me love
And never ever let me let go again

Five minute photo

There is peace at this unholy hour
There is calm in my tremors

This morning I was checking out pictures I took during our trip. It brought back many memories. But one thing that I can't get over is the way that everything else blurs out when you’re in the picture.

I was trying to pick my favorite one, but it was pointless because you're you in every angle. It’s silly, I know. I come from thinking about work or watching a TV show or talking to some people or reading a book, then I look at you and then I smile. It's silly 'cause you're smiling back in that frozen frame. But even if it’s just a picture, it is more than enough to make me feel good and make my day a whole lot brighter.

I’m afraid I’ve got it bad.

Just a while ago, I called you up. You were busy but you gave me five minutes to find out what happened to you today. That must have been just fleeting for you, a miniscule event that’s as plain as any part of the day, but it means so much more to me.

You talk to me.

Though you may talk to everyone else in the world, I’m happy with that five minutes. That five minutes lasts for eternity. Thank you. Thank you for being you, for being so kind, for having such a good heart. Thank you for giving time for me. Thank you for the five minutes.

You make my days brighter. Thank you.

You made me smile again. Thank you.

Thank you for being you, for being so beautiful, inside and out. Thank you for being you.

That Night

I fell in love with you that night, under a blanket of stars, by a fading blaze, faced by the endless horizon of the sea—the dark and mysterious window to tomorrow.

And as we stood there, the rest of the world just faded as I tried to say a million things by the way I held your hand, the awe in my eyes, and the way I stood there next to you—frightened but sure.

Still trembling inside, I started to talk about the endless sea and the un-breaking of the dawn—willing for you to read between the lines; dying for you to understand what has been hidden from you for so long—the depth and gravity of this longing. I stood there, struggling to bring light to this mess.

Faced with the impossible, all I need is the thought of you, the very sight of you, and I’d hold on to this darkness for eternity.