a new year begins

Love is strange yet beautiful. I am racking my brain to remember the effects of love’s anticipation…and I am left void of memories. Maybe it never happened, maybe it is yet to happen. Maybe all this time, all these experiences were preparing me to accept and recognize it when I am confronted by its knock.

I’ve been writing this poetry book about soul mates, well actually my soul mate. The book is a gift of moments, of the anticipation of love’s arrival, for you, whom ever you may be. I wonder how we’d recognize each other. How do you recognize the person you’d want to call home. I believe that line came from an Ani Di Franco's song.

I dream in voices, and I’ve heard your voice a million times, gentle and strong, whispering sweet some-things like a morning’s breeze. I’ve scattered poui petals on our bed with kisses that trace every inch of that dream…and you.

But dreams get interrupted by sunlight…so I will stand in its glory, facing the east so that I may see your face, your smile your wisdom. In the mean time, I will live my life knowing that when the universe is ready, so am I.