The dark lapsed into silence

Just before meeting the dawn

I put my hand over my heart

That's when I found you for the first time

From then on

Each day feels like reading a page of childhood diary with you

You are my red crayon I draw roses in my garden

You are my blue crayon I color my sky with

You are so otherworldly

I know your heart better than you

You must be the closest thing to magic

I lived a day

I lived a thousand years in a day with you

And I realized

The so called long life

Was as brief as a moment

The trees are towering above

The zephyr is blowing through the trees

And ruffling the leaves

They flip over

The breeze is passing by

And touches lungs of greens

And leaves

It never leaves the bossom of leaves

Birds are flying

They are flying over the towns

And falling in love

They fly by

And leave the sound of flapping wings in ears

And leave

They stay in the mind of the town

Go deep down in your heart

Walk in the rose gardens 

Watch the blue sky of your eyes

Smell the aroma of your aura 

Get lost in there

Get lost in thyself 

And you will find out 

Why I still love you

I had a dream last night

A white door opened 

It was raining dandelions 

You appeared 

There was a lila dandelion on your shoulder 

I took it

"Blow it" you said. 

"But I like to keep it." I smiled. 

You smiled 

And held me tight 

Just like I dreamed 

I dreamed. 

This morning I was sitting on a park bench reading a book after having a long walk. I saw a car parked by the cherry blossomed tree. An old man got out of the car and opened the car trunk and took out a wheelchair, he opened the door and helped his wife sit on the wheelchair. They were both smiling, I could see the shine in their eyes, no matter how tough their life had been. Their hearts were black and white, and I guess they also got some of those torn out photographs, their memories were dusty but as fresh as the blossoms falling on their car, their love was slow amd patient. I watched them disappear in the crowd. Old school love.