Awaiting The Chorus Line

Lightning,
come and embrace me.
Your light is extravagant
as I stand here and watch in awe.
You are the veins which run along the depths of the sky.

I wish I were a tree,
for my tops would graze the gentle wind
and swing to and fro to its melody.

I wish I were the soft earth,
waiting the sound of pitter-patter,
hearing them pounding against my river bed.

Ah! What a sight!

It is as if my soul has parted from my body
with no desire of returning;
like a baby bird who has just sprouted its wings.

And like that,
the procession has passed,
making its way home.

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My Other

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I’ve gone to look for my other
in the nooks and crannies of my heart.
I don’t know how long I’ll be
so please don’t wait.
Keep treading your water.
I’ve gone to look for my other half,
I’m incomplete without her.

Metal Butterfly

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I noticed my little butterfly clip holding on to my mirror today. It’s been there for the past 9 years but I always just pass by it in my mind. I remember when I first got it… A gift from ma and baba. I wore it a few times but then stopped wearing it for fear of waring it down. But that was a long time ago. But ever since we moved to a bigger house, it has been holding onto my mirror since then. I took it down today and admired its light wings on metal springs.