I Have Spent My Life

I have spent my life

Being torn in two

One half chasing the sun

And the other the moon

And yet I know

I belong in the stars

But the sun and moon

Aren’t quite as far.

So when they converged

Together in the sky

Those parts of me

Wanted to cry

Because they were one,

The sun and the moon

And somewhere,

Among the stars

I was too.

~ Eclipse

“I had stopped then,

Captivated in her warm embrace,

Frozen in starlight and stardust.

We both went silent, under the watchful moon,

And then I whispered back,

I love you too.”

~ An adaptation, from On Poets and Writers and Painters and Love

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“If you are a sunset, my love, then I am the silent, cloud- blanketed night that comes after. Darkness always chases after light, but neither light nor dark are inherently good or evil, despite the stigma. Nights are for the insomniacs and the dreamers and the broken and the lost. We find comfort in silence and the company of few. Night is full of galaxies and stars and longing. How can it ever be considered evil?”

~ On Poets and Writers and Painters and Love

“Our love then was laced fingers and little kisses and everything a five year old would think love is. Our love then was standing up for each other and pumpkin patches and autumn leaves and cool breezes and grey raincoats. Our love then was never meant to last, and it didn’t.”

~ Memoirs and Memories

No, love is not all. Love conquers all.

Love is what turns mere survival into life,

What makes that life worth living.

Love is what moves mountains, 

What makes empires rise and fall,

Love is what makes the stars glimmer and glow,

What makes those stars reflect in your eyes.

What makes your touch echo galaxies,

What makes your smile ignite the universe.

Love isn’t all. Love transcends all.

~ and I love you transcendentally

“Beautiful is a word reserved for striking poetry and resonating piano chords, for stories that tear hearts asunder and paintings that steal breaths away. Beautiful is reserved for art of every shade and hue, and for the artists, les créateurs, who bring it into existence.”

~ Through the Ephemeralities