Paint

i'll be painting you in black and white, in monochrome, and in sepia
like a vintage photo back in time,
i'll sprinkle the colors with oil and pastel
i'll make a canvass of sweet memories,
and keep it tiny, to fit in my bronze locket
that i may carry it, wherever,
and open it, when i feel small..
i'll fill the canvass with more than a rainbow's ray
because that's what i wanted it to be,
but i can only color it in blue fields now,
because life's knife has taken the green meadows i dreamed to walk with you.
I know you are now happier in a colorful heaven..
Lolo, I'll forever miss you..

young heart

i remember when love was like the morning dew

it was young, vibrant, careless,

when i thought it was the most beautiful thing, next to heaven,

perhaps, the closest feeling to being in serendipity.

it was abundant, it was relieving

and every moment of it, i thought was a rose garden 

that even old rose would look so lovely for a butterfly.

when music was a harp that plays every minute, 

and letters for a story, song, or a poem are easy to grab,

where dancing was something i could do,

even with my stubborn feet,

i remember how it was when love knocked in, 

i feel how it was when it knocked me down.