Trust

some things don't get fixed they get broken
a child who's been hit keeps the scars
some words are not thought but get spoken
some thought do double the harm


some dreams are not dreamed they are tasted
birds, too, once were frightened to fly
some times don't get spent they get wasted
some wasted give double the high


some loves are not loved nor forgotten
regrets not let go nor learnt from
some fruits must be eaten though rotten
they're steps to the one you become

väike prints

at once I was smitten

my heart woke from sleep

my arms curled around you

to hold you to keep

the poems I’d written

on wavetops to stay

for a lingering moment

you’d read them and say

that the hope I now nurture

is one you’ll lend wings

when arms get divided

our souls may still sing

to a tune we together

invent and let soar

to a song of forever

one moment and more

Girl, Boy, Prince

a girl met a boy

who worshiped her words

she laughed in his presence

he listened to her

the girl was a beauty

throughout, and a catch

the boy was quite pleasant

but hardly her match

the girl knew she loved him

in return, she was loved

she settled down, content

he settled down, proud

along came a prince

swept the girl off her feet

ex-boy now a friend

got a kiss on the cheek

saw the prince build a castle

and the girl call it home

a chateau of marble

and glass domes and gold

the rooms were all perfect

the servants all smiled

ex-girl now a queen

was quite happy a while

till the glass domes were broken

rebuilt, but in vain

the queen felt a shiver

she echoed in pain

the king flinched a shoulder

as cold as the chance

for a happy

fulfilling

eternal

romance

the boy now is bitter

the king is depressed

while his minions insist

that the queen is possessed

the boy scoffs at beauty

the king scolds at joy

the queen regrets losing

the girl and the boy

sad

a tiny dirty window

my link to outside world

solitude’s my kingdom

love is what I yearn...