cheers for choked up tears,
cries without list’ning ears.
cheers for wistful dreams
caught or lost in raging streams.
cheers for days of cavalier
where lone strength perseveres,
cheers for named fears
fin’lly found courage sears,
cheers for ‘nother year,
lost hope grows, reappears.
Faint, fainter, faintest,
goes the winky cars
passing by.
Dark, darker, darkest,
goes the moonless
November sky.
Soft, softer, softest
goes the notes
of lullaby.
Sleepy, sleepier, sleepiest,
goes the tired city
whisp’ring goodbye.
Soon, sooner, soonest,
I’ll be near,
as another day dies.
High-pitched
giggles of sparrows
no longer echo
inside the cave
of my ears
before the kraa kraa
of your crows
disrupt your evening’s
fiction dreams.
Yet what a gift
that despite
our clock’s
different schemes
your early
and my early
daily meet
in between.
Mechanical wings
wheeze up, up, up.
Rubber wheels
tiptoe, touch
clouds, up, up,
away from the safe
harbor of the
steady ground towards
the limbo of
oblivion, sometimes
with carpet of laughing
stars.
In between
galaxies and mortal
land, I’m here to meet
you.
—
The box made of
thin tree-meat walls,
closed by a
curtain door,
sealed with
hole-filled, rusted
roof, again
sinks under the
merciless river
overflow, yet
the eight hearts
it has been carrying
will remain afloat—
with warm love,
with fearless faith,
with ceaseless hope.
—
Thin but brave bones
bending but seldom
or just sometimes breaking.
With muscles built
for exercise— gripping,
typing, or clenching.
The puzzle of fingers
and palms, I thought
need not completing.
Until my right had
felt your left—
oh, this is what
complete means.
—
egg out of
your hard-outside,
fragile-inside,
self-made
shell of hate,
hardened by
society’s caging
cruel words
of unbelief.
crack the
calcium carbonate
crystal, with
each drumming of
your tired yet
unrelenting heart,
create a freeing hole
of hope. welcome
the sunrays of faith.
hatch.
—
As the battered
wheels climb thousands
more feet above
the unending sea,
my mummed heart
undresses slowly.
My nakedness
embraces the
soft mountain fabric
made by murmurs of
the wind and leaves
of the giant
green guardians of
the endless Himalayas.
I am home.
—
kick me out
of your life
yes, you can.
kick me out
of my own love,
oh, you just can’t.
i am locked,
chained, tethered,
inside the cave
of my self-sufficient
heart.
it’ll beat
with a thump,
with a thump,
with you
or without.
—
whimsygizmo.
while i try
to rein on my
stubborn and elusive
sense of worth,
the rain reigns
against the sun rays
with its freed droplets
of crystals
kissing the waiting,
parched earth.
may i find
the purpose of my
birth, with the petrichor’s
coming mirth.
—
whimsygizmo and Rein ’em in! 
lillian! (i hope i am not too late! :D)
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