If this world were big enough,
It would fit in your palms,
Cup your hands and kiss this void,
Till the world matures in your warmth.

Part my skin and pick a nerve,
Soak your fingers, gauge the soil,
Pick the seeds within your frock,
Throw them careless, laced with luck.

This wisp of a life is not your gamble,
The tide of my blood speaks louder,
Can't you feel it wash your hands,
Crash on your fingers and sink into sand?

If this world were big enough,
It would hold just you inside,
Life and air would play no part,
Love would no more hide.

Cup your hands and kiss this void,
I want to fall asleep now,
I want to sleep till dawn finds courage,
Till the world matures in your warmth.

I wish someone had
Told me to pause and look,
And not grow up fast.

Stones skipping on water,
Bed-time stories for dinner,
The smell of home on a Friday,
The passing of a mirage as childhood,
Lego blocks and puzzle pieces,
The undiscovery of love.

Most importantly you know not,
The effect of adolescence
And adulthood,
Chiming and crashing together as one.

Of all the things love extracts,
The structure of routine,
The little bitter secret stack,
Poems from forgotten journeys,
Maple leaf bookmarks and silent learnings,
Random smiles along a busy day,
Stolen words from quiet nights,
Tastes you hate over tastes you like,
Of all the things love extracts,
And all that it gives back so more,
Make that painful exception darling,
And part with my sleep for tonight.

I think of you over a beaten clock,
Time weathers down as it follows my heart,
I still think of stories to tell,
That lonely princess by the temple bell,
Love likes its stone dice slippery smooth,
No edge left for the luck of a rook,
Follow the streams and walk the line,
Throw in a storm and these words resign,
So much for courage, I ask nothing more,
Just my sleep darling, the rest is yours assured.

It's quite intriguing,
How love sounds prettier,
With a background score.

Odd incessancy;
Believing someone else knows,
Where we might end up.

So much ado over a shining star,
The star that looks up at us,
Thinking all it can ever do
Is simply shine.
This thread ball of a world,
With knee deep wet mud
Decomposition between my toes
Skeletons beneath my feet,
Stories and lives between the roots,
Of plants and trees that search for more,
Packed so close to hide the passion
That flows red and yellow within.

Is it just coincidence,
Or a cliche of life,
That everything here is alive from within,
That everything slowly fades towards the outside,
Crust, tissue, magma, bones,
Nerves, blood, dirt and smog,
The heart, the core, buried so deep,
Safe within the confines of skin and life,
Yet hurl a word with a jagged edge,
And the armour falls as strong as it stands.

So much ado over a shining star,
Ask me, I float in endless space,
And if I had anything to share soon
With this threadbare, beaten world,
I would share by the slip of my breath;

You.