“____-_And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
“____-_You are summer days
and winter nights. You are
the moments in-between.
“____-_i am always gazing at the stars
and wondering if they have
ever gazed at me,
with the notion that i am bright enough
to describe the light
in their lovers eyes.
if the space i take up
burns
fiercely enough
to attract new hope
and old wishes.
if they ever envy
the many ways
in which the earth
and i move
while they remain still.
“____-_You kept your promises but broke my heart, and I’m still not sure if I hate you. Every time I try to write, I think of the same dream I had years ago. The one with the foghorn that blared at midnight instead of noon and a bathtub full of shipwrecks. Forget the uncharted islands; the survivors are here, on the mainland. The poetry left me like every lover I kiss too hard. The poetry came back like every lover I don’t deserve. When I asked the moon about the wolves, she said they were never howling at her; they were singing to us, but we ran the other way. Maybe I can lie and say I don’t know who I am anymore, but to be honest, it sounds too much like the truth.
