Passion is a commotion
in depth’s ocean.
A serene ride
with nothing to hide
under a crimson
moon of compassion.
Author: Pasithea Chan
Lonely Claim
I am your time that is up
Your story that’s come to an end
Your regrets and words unsaid.
Your what ifs and maybes.
Your whys and cries.
Your hows and tries.
Your breaking point and last stand.
Your surrender and longest slumber.
Youth, Love, and Truth
Youth told me that love breaks bones
but time made me wiser with laughs
as Life showed me that love grows
into a companionship of two souls.
When Umbers and Shadows Play
When umbers and shadows play, a peasant
blends effortlessly into a landscape standing
in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking
shelter under tall carob and mocha trees
with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.
Metronome Reality
And so my friend you now comprehend
why writing is a track where the end spells lack.
Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium
that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
Aloof
And as the fires swallowed my cries
I opened my eyes to face life’s lies.
I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize:
to accept failures without whys and be wise
to break ties and move in smaller gyres
to avoid fires and flat tires caused by familiar mires.
Into You
If attraction were a hue
made in love to hew
a heart with a look at you
then I’m into you.
Rainbow Souls
Be the change but don’t try to change me
for a rainbow needs both the sun and rain
I Am a Rose
I am love, life’s eternal rose
whose petals rest on time’s calyx
to blossom in dreams.
I Am Life
Duality and duplicity are my feet
For I am life man’s greatest prize or demise!
The Whys and Hows
Together with time they etch destinies
or chip cares away from minds.
Whys and hows are pain’s twigs
kindling its flame to meet time’s hammers.
Talking Notebook
Nights and days are just pages you
Open in me with every step you make.
There’s no way of telling if I’ll be
Everything you’ve ever wanted.