The iconographer of your dreams

You made me the iconographer
Of your dreams
Tagging my hallways with your
Seafaring brush.
You pooled my shallow waters,
Mapping scavenger hunts
To trick me into looking for you,
Only to leave me
Capsized in the black tar
Of your expectations.

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Be a Pathfinder

Be a pathfinder
Carving your way through days,
Releasing sunny seconds from dull hours.
Sometimes even summer days need decluttering,
Sorting through memories,
Mining diamonds in dark caves
To paint pathfinder marks on rocks,
Leaving a trail of light in your wake.

Earth Angel

I see you…
Your face, your wings…
Without you knowing
I step into your skin,
Walk in your shoes.

I can feel the loneliness
Stuck, like chewed up gum,
Under your soles.

You wanted to feel loved
Before you loved another.

You carry yourself
Like a hungry downtrodden star,
Eating sparks and blowing dust
From open windows.

You wanted to grow before
You were spread out.

I can feel your homelessness
Like a floating dock loosely tethered to a pile
Of mute days.

You wanted to be held
Before you had to carry the world.

I can touch your erased memories
Invisibly contoured
To not throw shadows in mirrors.

I see you…
Your face, your wings…
Your smile hiding
In sleepless riddles.

Without you knowing
I step into your skin
And I stay there
Waiting for you to see me
My face, my wings…
Becoming yours.

Love itself needs
To be loved into
Existence.